Chapter Eleven
“So, this is where you live.” Trent strolled into her tiny living room, hands in his pockets, bulging muscles in every damn direction.
Adalia closed the door behind them, sauntering to the kitchen to take out another bottle of wine. She’d had too much already, but she hadn’t let loose in weeks, so what the hell. What was the harm in having a little fun?
She turned back to Trent and the wine glasses fell from her hand and shattered on the floor.
He was topless in the middle of the living room. His abs rippled under the harsh lighting.
“W-what are you doing?” She placed the wine bottle on the counter behind her without looking away.
“Come here,” he said, by way of an answer. She stepped out of her shoes and tiptoed to him, a fire burning in her soul, holding vigil for wh
