LANDON’S POV.
I exhale sharply, running a hand through my hair as I stand by Elsie’s front door.
I need to get out of here. Now.
But just as I pull the door open, her voice stops me.
“Wait.”
I close my eyes, cursing under my breath before turning to face her. She’s standing a few feet away, watching me like a predator sizing up its prey. Her lips are slightly parted. There’s a slow, deliberate sway to her hips as she steps closer. Her fingers trail up my chest before I can react.
“You sure you wanna leave so soon?” she purrs.
What? She practically just caught me breaking into one of her rooms yet she doesn’t want me to leave? What is wrong with this woman?
Slowly, her nails drag lightly over my shirt, down my stomach. My muscles tense instinctively. She must feel it, must sense my
