Lina's POV
Chloe had called expecting nothing more than a quick check-in, so when I actually said yes to drinks, she went dead silent for three full seconds before squealing into the phone.
Now she sat across from me in a dimly lit booth, swiveling her head like some amateur spy casing the joint.
"What are you looking for?" I asked, stirring my drink.
"My dad! Is he following us?" Her eyes darted to the door, the windows, the back corridor. "That lingerie I got you... was he not into it?"
Oh, he was into it. He was into all of it. The handcuffs, the clamps, the vibrator—everything Chloe had gifted me found its way onto my body that night. He'd used every single piece, and he whispered filthy things in my ear—this is what you do to me, this is what you wanted, didn't you?—w
