The city lights blurred past the windows as I guided the Vellanti through downtown traffic, the engine a low, confident purr that matched the heat building under my skin.
Lia sat in the passenger seat, legs pressed together under that pleated school skirt, the uniform suddenly the most obscene thing I'd seen in months.
The white blouse hugged her chest just enough to hint at the soft curves beneath, the blazer discarded in the back seat like an afterthought. Her dark hair had loosened from the low bun, a few strands framing her face, and those lighter eyes kept flicking toward me, nervous, curious, hungry.
Holy shit, she was hot. Not in the polished, runway way Sienna carried herself. Lia had this realness that made my mouth water. The way the skirt rode up her thighs when she shifted, the faint flush creeping up her neck.
