~Vivian~
The ride to Tasha’s apartment was mercifully uneventful, though my thoughts were anything but calm. My cheeks were still warm, my mind replaying the ridiculous antics of Ian and his smug grin. That man was a menace, but worse, he knew exactly how to get under my skin. I shifted in the backseat of the taxi, crossing my arms over my chest, hoping that Tasha could help me make sense of my life—or at least distract me with her usual mix of sass and unsolicited advice.
Tasha lived in a cozy apartment on the second floor of a charmingly run-down building. The kind of place where you had to jiggle the key in the lock just right to get the door open. I knocked twice, then once more for good measure, my nerves jangling as I waited. Within seconds, the door flew open, revealing Tasha in h
