While Riley drowned in despair over her grandma, Alex was tangled up with Sera, still rattled from Eric's laxative fireworks. Her hair whipped wild, eyes sultry, hips swaying in a rhythm that held his full attention.
Before the massive floor-to-ceiling window, the city glittered—a sprawl of lights and hustling clawing for a living. Inside, the room stayed dark, neon glow seeping through the glass, casting jagged shadows across the floor.
With a final tug, Alex felt the world dull, a strange clarity washing over him. Sera, ever obedient, dipped low—she wasn't that clueless college girl anymore.
"Still thinking about earlier?" Alex asked, voice flat.
She was trying hard to please him, but he could tell her mind was elsewhere. He was an expert at reading that much.
Sera's face tightened, fighting off the nasty images in her head. She nodded. "Every time I think about letting that psycho near my grandpa, I want to… slap myself."
