Elena’s POV
I poured myself a drink and tried to keep my hands steady. Anything to look composed. On the outside, I probably seemed calm, sipping casually, but inside? I was a mess. My heart hammered in my chest, and I kept forcing myself to breathe slowly.
Don’t look at him. Don’t meet his eyes.
I focused on the glass, swirling the liquid, though my palms were slick with sweat. God. Why did Andrew have to leave me here, in this suffocating room, with a man like Marley and women who wouldn’t even blink if he decided to touch me? They’d probably laugh, maybe even watch, and that thought made bile rise in my throat.
No, stop it, Elena. Don’t think like that. Marley wouldn’t dare. I said in my heart. Not with Andrew around. He might be reckless, but he wasn’t stupid. If he touched me, And
