Sinclair's Duplex
Knock! Knock!
"Are you done?"
Just as he reached for the door, Cassie's impatient voice rang through, asking if he was done getting ready for their ballet practice session.
Click!
Miles revealed a placid smile as he opened the door to the sight of her wearing a crop top with tight leggings underneath a short, flared skirt.
'What happened to modest dressing during close contact?'
He sneered inwardly that she would wear something like that after making him promise not to get any ideas.
Thinking about how torturous the coming hours would be, he felt great for once that his dick was still out of commission and raised his brows.
"Don't go calling me a pervert—"
But it was too late; Cassie had already marked him from the moment he decided to check her out.
"Pervert." She scrunched her face, feigning a disgusted look as she stretched out her hand, which was holding the little bag she kept her things in.
