“You need to leave.” I stand, nearly knocking into the coffee table. “Now, please.” John lurches to his feet as well, his brows winging up. “Leave? Why?” I can’t look at him. “Because I asked you to.” Turning my back to him, I pick up the teacups. “What the hell? What did I do wrong?” You offered to pay me for what I would have done for free. “Nothing.”
