The whites of Adam’s eyes reveal his excitement. “That can be arranged.”
The vibe may be tranquil, but this is just the calm before the storm because when Adam asks, “And Chow?” it kickstarts the real reason we’re here.
Alek slides a glass of vodka across the table, which Adam accepts. “You let me worry about Chow.”
Sara’s foot bounces uncontrollably, a sure sign the drugs are kicking in, and when Alek slides his hand up the hem of my dress, I know he’s following her in hot pursuit.
I desperately want to flee, but where do I go? I’m trapped in yet another cage with my captor.
“You like this one?” Adam says, watching me closely.
If Saint had hackles, they’d be standing on end.
Alek caresses his fingertips along my flesh. Back and forth. Back and forth. His touch is like fire and ice,
