Trevor didn't wait for Miss Bella to make the next move.
The second she sat down beside him and pressed her warm body against his side, something inside him clicked.
The Lust Raider card was still glowing softly in his vision—89%—telling him exactly how badly she wanted this, even if she was trying to play it cool with that warm smile and soft voice.
But he wasn't in the mood for slow, hesitant games right now. Not after the day he'd had. Not with her sitting there in that tight shirt and short skirt, cleavage peeking out like an open invitation.
He turned toward her on the cushioned chair, his knee brushing hers, and reached out first. His hand slid confidently along her thigh, fingers slipping under the hem of her short skirt without asking permission. The fabric rode up easily, exposing more of her smooth, pale skin.
Miss Bella's breath hitched. Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't pull away. Instead, a flush crept up her neck as she looked at him.
