Martin had the spare key to the guest room, and Craig and Raina could be caught by the Powell family at any moment. If that happened, they wouldn't be able to explain their way out of it—no matter how many excuses they came up with.
After all, it was Craig who climbed into her bed.
"You've been the perfect rich boy your whole life, and now you want to try something new? Well, you've got the wrong girl. I'm not interested in being your secret fling."
The night was still, and every little sound outside the door made her heart race.
"I'm not playing either," Craig replied, completely unfazed. His deep, smooth voice was casual as he buried his face in her neck, breathing her in with a lazy smirk that made her want to scream.
Raina flinched, her body trembling.
She clenched her teeth, bar
