AMELIA.
Goddamn it.
Stop ogling his lips. Just when I’m about to pull away from him, an annoying voice filters in our direction.
“If it isn’t Amelia.” I push Dylan away as Valerie and her minions and a few others from their exclusive club saunter by us. Damn it. Damn it.
The last thing I want is to be seen in Dylan’s company by this band of thieves. They’ll never let me live it down and will make a whole big case about how he’s out of my league and blah, blah, blah.
“Val,” Dylan greets her with ease. But at least he’s not trying to touch me. She raises her brows at me.
“You aim big.”
“Don’t you have some people to torture or make their lives miserable?” She smiles.
“Maybe.”
“Yours included, Amelia,” One of her minions screeches.
“Go take a hike, Bee.”
“It’s Bree!” Valer
