I shook my head, trying to dispel the image. But my treacherous mind kept conjuring scenarios of what he might be doing to me right now. The way he'd whispered in my ear at dinner about taking me home, about making me scream his name...
"Stupid, stupid, stupid," I muttered, kicking a small pebble with my aching foot. Fifteen minutes of walking in these heels, and still no cab in sight. My phone battery dipped to 20%, adding insult to injury.
If I hadn't been so proud, I could've accepted his offer of a ride home. But no, I had to play it cool after that mess with Abigail. Now, here I was, trudging down the street like some rejected prom date while imagining all the deliciously wicked things Alexander could be doing to me in his penthouse.
A car horn blared behind me, making me jump and
