The girl who came down the stairs with c*m on her thighs and a warning in her ears.
The girl with a pulse too loud and a cunt still clenching around nothing.
But I smiled.
Fucking smiled.
Because what the f**k else was I supposed to do?
The blonde stepped closer. Her hips moved like a dancer’s. Her lashes fluttered.
“Well hello, Lyra,” she purred. “You look… fresh.”
Fresh?
What the f**k was that supposed to mean?
My eyes darted to Tasha, but she was already pulling away, distracted by someone yelling across the room.
“Drinks!” she squealed. “I need a shot!”
Then she was gone. Vanished into the blur of bodies and music.
Leaving me alone.
With her.
The blonde stepped in, smile razor-sharp.
She sniffed.
Not discreetly.
Sniffed.
And her smile grew.
“Mmm,” she whispered, her
