*Next time.*
Those were ominous words, weren’t they? It’s the type of saying a villain would use after they escaped their enemy. They were filled with revenge and foreboding, and Mina couldn’t quite shake them because when would the next time be?
It wasn’t as if they had worked out when was acceptable to vulnerably strip down and please each other. It wasn’t like she had actually pleased anyone in a very long time.
Daniel was a very hard man to please. It wasn’t like him to be caught in the office so routinely, but backlash from his editor, Laney, cause him to stalk the firm, sitting in the chair with his hands behind his head and elbows bent, arguing for a pitch. He didn’t really have to argue, the company was half his. Half his brothers. Even so, they were under a large umbrella company, and after a few days Mina was positive he wanted to bend that umbrella over his knee and chuck it off their back deck into the ocean.