By the time Sharon Spark had laced up her boots, she could hear the sound of Luthor Michaelson's Jeep outside. She stood up, stuffing her shirt in, and gave herself a hasty nod in the mirror. "This is okay," she told herself. "Two people who are trying to get along on a date with one another. You still hate him."
She didn't.
He sucked. He kidnapped her. He thought he owned her. And she was only so interested in him because her heat was nearly upon her. But it was too late to cancel now. Dammit.
She hugged Alexander goodbye, reminding Elena to make sure he did not stay up too late, and went to go meet her date, excited and resentful at the same time.
Luthor looked.stunning. He always was, but this evening he was especially sculpted to destroy all her barriers. The muscles in his arms st
