Knox’s POV
Tuesday Night
Well… the encounter with Naomi was not what I thought it would be.
Flashback:
I got home still thinking about that fake-ass officer flirting with Sienna like I wasn’t standing right there. The nerve of that clown—and the way she smiled at him? Yeah, that s**t had me messed up.
I parked my truck, took the elevator to my penthouse, and hopped in the shower to rinse the bullshit off. Ordered some wings and fries on Uber Eats and threw on some shorts.
Doorbell rings. I open the door, expecting a teenager in a reflective vest… but instead it’s Naomi—fine-ass Naomi—holding the bag and rocking a tiny little crop top with a slit skirt.
“Come on in, sexy,” I said, and she slid in like a scene out of a music video. She leaned in and kissed me, slow and soft. Normally,
