Vic looked at Phei with calculating eyes, warm, strategic, wanting; she and handed him a vintage worth more than most people's cars as a down payment on what she intended to collect later.
And Phei genuinely didn't know how to react to her, because Victoria occupied a category in his mind that defied every clean label he tried to attach to it.
Wasn't he just walking away from the celebrity woman to avoid being a simp?
Yet here he was, thinking about conquering Victoria — the same girl who had tormented him for years and made his life deliberately, creatively, enthusiastically miserable across a span of time that should have produced hatred and had instead produced... this;
This warm, complicated, deeply inconvenient desire to have her. To take her. To make the girl who had spent years tormenting me, moan my name into a pillow until her throat gives out.
Yeah. He definitely had... what was that syndrome?
He could not remember its nam but a chill ran down his spine...
