Traffic in the city was incredible late at night. A black Volkswagen Passat sped along the FDR Drive, the interior cabin glowing faintly as the streetlights strobed past.
Liam Thorne, relaxing in the back seat, pulled out his phone and sent an iMessage to Suzy: "Are you home safe? Thanks for having my back today."
Suzy was undeniably striking. Her skin was radiant, and she clearly invested in her upkeep. When she had knelt before him to light that cigarette, she had exuded an intoxicating blend of charm and confidence.
The gesture was the ultimate ego boost for any man. Beyond that, she was a natural beauty—easily a 90 out of 100. He found himself genuinely intrigued.
From his vantage point earlier, looking down as she knelt, the cut of her strappy dress hadn't left much to the imagina
