Clara's POV:

I impatiently tap my fingers on the conference table in front of me. Andrew glances towards me but I keep my eyes averted. I can't look at him. I pick up my pen and start fiddling with it as I hear Andrew talk to John.

I can't believe he kissed me.

My stomach is churning. I can't help but wonder what sort of game he is playing. Of course, it has to be a game. Everything is a game with Andrew Contius.

Before I started working here, I hadn't thought he ...