Dave’s POV
I tried not to touch or lick my lips as I ruffled my hair, trying to understand what had just happened.
Was this her new way of punishing me? I wondered.
The more I tried not to think about it, not to remember the feelings I felt the moment her lips touched mine, the more difficult it was. Suddenly, a familiar knock came on the door and jolted me out of my misery.
Jeff walked in, and I tried to adjust my hair while taking my seat and relaxing back in the chair. I kept a straight face as I tried to push it all away, and that must have made me look even scarier.
“What did you find out?” I asked.
Jeff stepped forward. “The Marinos are two-timing us,” he reported.
I frowned.
“It seemed they are not satisfied with our terms. They got another offer,” he replied.
My hands clen
