Storming up to her, Oliver grabbed Katie's shoulder and spun her around to face him. "Being upset is no excuse for playing for shit today, Bell. You can hate me all you want, but I expect you to act like a fucking professional."
He let go of her shoulder and crossed his arms over his broad chest, glaring down at the woman who caused him nothing but problems. And all he wanted to do was shake her. Or maybe kiss her. No. No, he wanted to shake her silly.