This picture was just her feet. Those delicate ankles strapped into heels I suddenly wanted around my neck. Long, toned legs that had my brain conjuring up a million different scenarios. None of them fucking appropriate.
But the real gut punch? The background. Blurry figures. A table with drinks. People. Men.
I cursed under my breath. This was dangerous territory, and I knewit. But as much as I told myself to let it go, to let her have her fun, the thought of her out there—without me—was unbearable.
I didn’t know who those men were. Couldn’t see their faces. But my stomach turned at the idea of them being close to her. Seeing her in that dress, in those shoes, with the look in her eyes I’d seen in the video she’d sent earlier.
A look I should’ve been the only one seeing.
My glass nearly shattered in my hand. Pulse roaring. Ears ringing. My whole body screamingminein a voice I didn’t even recognize.
And then, as if the universe was trying to end me, another notification.
Aurélie is typing…
My heart stopped.My cock didn't.
Seconds stretched. Nothing came through.
She was toying with me. She'd sent that video and then disappeared. Now that picture, with no explanation of where she was at.
I leaned back against the balcony of my hotel room, forcing a slow breath through my nose.
Breathe.
My eyes closed, a long breath filling my lungs. But after a few moments reprieve, all I saw was a pink dress and tan legs. Felt her body writhing against me when I kissed her inSuzuka.
And suddenly, her anywhere but right in front of me?Un-fucking-acceptable.
Oh, she was playing, alright. I was done playing back. I wasn't thinking straight as I headed for the door. I was going to find her. And when I did? She was going to fucking know it. I didn't care who saw, but I wasn't walking away from her tonightwithout a taste.
The lineat the club snaked around the block, a pulsating mass of bodies and neon lights. Miami never slept, and tonight was no different. I parked around the corner, the low rumble of myMcLarendrawing a few lingering stares as I climbed out.
Coming here was a gamble, but it wasn't a hard bet to make. If she was anywhere tonight, it was here. I yanked out my phone and called Marco. He answered on the second ring.
“Mate,” he greeted, music thumping in the background. “Tell me you're not calling to bail.”
Not yet.
“Not exactly,” I muttered, weaving through the throng of people outside. I could feel eyes on me. A few women giggled. A group of guys whispered. None of it mattered.
“Are you still at Elysium?”
“Of course. Where else would I be?” he said, amusement lacing his words. “What's up?”
“I need to know ifDuboisis there.” My voice was clipped. I didn't have time for games.
Marco's laughter was sharp, cutting through the static. He knew exactly what I was doing. Knew exactly why I was here. “You're chasing her down now? Damn, Fraser. This is a new low, even for you.”
My grip tightened around my keys. “Just answer the question.”
“She's here.” Then, a beat too long before he added, “And she looks… well, let's just say you're not the only one who's noticed her.”
Heat flashed through me, agitating and territorial. I didn't have a fucking claim on her. Not officially. Not yet. But the thought of anyone else looking at her in that dress the way I had? I felt homicidal.
The little vixen was going to get a version of me she'd never met before.
“Don't let her leave,” I said, pushing through the club's entrance with a nod to the bouncer.
