A sharp smirk tugged at the corner of Naomi’s mouth the second the line went dead. She turned to Jake, finding the same predatory curve reflected on his face.
“She’ll be here before the tea gets cold,” she said, her smile widening into something jagged. She sank onto the couch, limbs heavy with satisfaction. “And then, she’s all yours.”
Jake crossed the room, his movements slow and deliberate. He claimed the space beside her, resting a heavy hand on her thigh. “I knew selling out a 'best friend' would be light work for you. Then again, she isn't really a friend, is she?” A dark glint entered his eyes. “I don’t think I ever properly apologized for hitting you last time.”
Naomi didn't flinch. Instead, she leaned into him, her voice dropping to a sultry rasp. “You don’t have to. You know d
