LACEY'S POV
Martin was an i***t. I really thought he was flirting with me at that moment. Although I thought he was talking in the double entendre, maybe to try something. I sighed deeply when he said about the tea but still poured it. "Enjoy, you're having the last of it," I warned as soon as I handed him the cup.
"I can hear there's more in the bottle," he said, still sipping from the cup. "You can't lie to me," he said. A few minutes ago, I complained about who he was, and now he was finding advantages. Hypocrisy.
"I don't know if I need to tell you, but there's not just you in the house, Martin," I said, watching him. "I'm sure Helga and Carl will want some, too," I spoke, putting the bottle away. There was plenty for Martin to take one more time if he wanted, but his audacity made
