She had to keep going, satisfying sick whims of the evil blackmailer. “Chivalry’s dead. She flicked the record button and approached the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed, her fine legs crossed, offering the camera a clear view of her cleavage. As they pulled out onto the road, Ava’s phone buzzed in the cup holder. Her hand moved faster, her hips rising to meet her touch. She sat on the edge of the bed, her fine legs crossed, offering the camera a clear view of her cleavage. The Asian flopped onto the couch without greeting anyone and pulled out her phone. Leaning in, her wavy light brown hair fell and framed her pretty face. Ava noticed the concern on his face. Without thinking, he placed his hand over hers, the warmth of her skin sending a jolt through him. Delete that awful video, now, Sommer!”
The sound of Amanda’s furious voice echoed through the hallways, and Jake’s heart raced. The house was quiet, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Wu stood frozen, red-faced, heart racing—trying to remember how walking worked. The drive home was quieter. “It was fine,” she said, her voice tight. “Stroke it faster,” she whispered, her eyes opening to stare directly into the lens. Taking a deep breath, she pressed record on the camera.
