He disappeared into the hallway, and I poured another glass of champagne, my nerves buzzing like live wires. Minutes later, he returned with Nathan in tow.
Holy f**k.
If Stefan was fire, Nathan was ice... tall, chiseled jaw, blond hair tousled just right, and eyes like stormy seas that stripped me bare on sight. His button-down clung to a chest that screamed gym hours, and the bulge in his slacks?
Promising ruin.
'Sultana, meet Nathan. Nathan, this is the firecracker I told you about.' Stefan's arm slung around his friend's shoulder, both of them towering over me.
Nathan's lips curved into a smirk.
'Pleasure's all mine. Heard you're up for some holiday fun.' His voice was deep, accented with that American drawl, sending a jolt straight to my p***y.
I stood, feeling their eyes devou
