Elena’s Point Of View
The phone trembled in my sweaty palm, Jaxx’s low, husky voice curling into my ear like smoke I couldn’t escape from.
“Remove your panties, Bambina.”
For a split second, my brain screamed no. My chest heaved, my throat dry, shame clawed up my spine. But my body… traitorous, reckless, starved—obeyed before my mind could argue. My fingers hooked into the lace waistband, dragging the thin fabric down my thighs in a frantic rush. I tossed them aside, the cool night air hitting my exposed flesh like icy fingers. I shivered, thighs clenching instinctively.
God. What was I doing? Graham was just a hallway away. I swallowed hard, my voice coming out small, shaky. “They’re… off.”
A dark chuckle slithered through the speaker, low and dangerous. “Good girl.”
The sound made
