Ivory POV
I was still struggling to untangle myself from Daniel’s lap…..my heart performing a frantic tap dance against my ribs when the bell above the door shrieked.
"Daniel!"
The voice was like a serrated blade wrapped in silk. I froze, my hands still pressed against Daniel’s chest. For the first time in my life, I was actually relieved to see the reigning queen of my nightmares. Stella.
She looked like she’d stepped off a runway and straight into a vat of aggression. Her blonde hair was a fresh, blinding platinum that caught the flickering fluorescent light, and her lips were painted a shade of red so bright it looked like a warning sign.
She sashayed toward the booth, her hips swinging with practiced grace, completely oblivious at first to the fact that I was currently anchored
