DANIELLE'S POV
I entered Jonathan's office armed with a glass of wine and cups, literally. What had possessed me to consider suggesting asking each other questions about ourselves? I'd been irritated at his question and wanted to get back at him, but I could have done that another way. Plus, the look in his eyes had been challenging me, as if teasing me and asking if I could handle the consequences of what I'd asked.
I dropped the wine and cups on the table, looking at it. Since that night I'd entered it, I hadn't had any other reason to, and so this was my first time in the office in a while.
