She was the reason Phei had stopped trying to make the Maxtons love him.
Then the others came after her—Harold, Danton, Delilah.
Victoria.
And now she was sitting next to him with her hand on his chest, her thick thigh pressed against his, her mouth close enough to his jaw that he could smell the rose-metal of her perfume mixed with the raw, wet scent of her cunt already soaking through the thong beneath that obscene skirt affected by his abilities already, and she was flirting with him.
He could overlook Delilah.
He could never overlook Victoria.
Victoria was the one girl Phei would rather die than be anything other than enemies with.
He hated her guts.
"You're shameless."
He said it out loud.
To her. Directly. Eyes forward, voice flat.
Victoria's hand paused on his chest—fingers splayed, palm flat over his heartbeat, feeling it kick harder than it should have under her touch.
"What?"
