Belt, Lipstick, and Consequences
Julian D'Aurelius stared out the window at the city lights streaking past.
He had planned to survive.
To avoid female leads.
To avoid emotional entanglement.
But fate clearly had a twisted sense of humor.
And right now—
A drunk Ice Queen was asleep in his arms, whispering love like it was the most natural thing in the world.
The Rolls-Royce glided smoothly over the overpass, city wind brushing faintly against the tinted windows.
Julian finally allowed himself to relax for half a second.
Then—
He felt something warm and soft brush against his shoulder.
He stiffened.
Selene Aurevale had shifted again.
Her long black hair slid over his collar, and when he looked down, he saw her lifting her head with stubborn determination, blue eyes hazy but focused on one goal.
She was aiming for his lips.
"Come on, give me a kiss."
Her voice was syrupy, almost coaxing.
She pouted and swayed her head, inching closer.
