Avery:
I had had enough.
If he thought he could barge into my house, tease me until I was trembling, and then act like it was nothing—like I was nothing—he was sorely mistaken. He'd been cold all day. Not mean, not cruel. Just...indifferent. Detached. Like he hadn't just made me feel like I was going to crawl out of my skin in that shower.
Fine. He wanted a game? I could play one too. But I would play to win.
I rifled through my drawer, digging until I found it—red satin, barely-there, and criminally short. The matching thong was all lace, more whisper than fabric. The kind of thing that clung to you like a promise. Or a threat.
I pulled it on, feeling the silk kiss my skin like temptation. I spritzed perfume—just a touch behind each ear, down my neck, between my breasts. My blonde cu
