Vera’s POV.

My words almost faltered as David stood before me, glowering. But I refuse to let his big body or annoyance make me deter.

The muscle in his jaw ticks as he locks eyes with me.

As if we’re not close enough, David enters deeper into my space, towering over me.

Fuck, my heart is pounding. I can’t breathe properly with him close to me like this.

I can practically smell his fine scent, woodsy and manly. The scent of alcohol lingers under his breath too.

God, those lips of his are luring me, making me want to taste them.

Oh shit!

With a curse, I pull my thighs...