Gie was losing it.
Absolutely, completely, utterly losing it.
Her hands were still shaking, her skin still buzzing, and her mind—oh God, her mind—was nothing but a filthy, tangled mess of thoughts she shouldn't be having.
Because Alexander Millers had done nothing.
Nothing.
And yet—
He had ruined her.
She was wet, aching, trembling—all because of a few words, a few looks, and the way he had held her wrist like he was testing how much she could take.
And she couldn't take it.
She had needed to leave.
Needed to escape before she did something completely reckless.
So, she had stammered out a pathetic excuse.
"I—I should go. It's late. I have work tomorrow. I—um—thank you. I mean, for dinner. And for—uh—the ride? I mean—the time, your time—"
Alexander had simply raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable.
And then, without a single word, he had led her to his car, settled her inside, and now—
Now she was trapped.
The car was silent.
Not awkward.
Not tense.
But thick.
Charged.
Like the air itself had weight, pressing against her heated skin, making her thighs clench involuntarily.
She sat stiffly, her hands pressed against her lap, her breath too uneven, her body too aware of the man sitting beside her.
Alexander was completely composed, one hand resting lazily on the steering wheel, the other draped on the armrest, his fingers tapping lightly against the leather.
A slow, unhurried rhythm.
Like he had all the time in the world.
Like he was completely unaffected.
And she hated it.
Hated that he looked so calm while she was falling apart.
Because the truth was—
He was seducing her.
Not with words.
Not with touch.
But with presence.
With the way the air in the car felt too warm, the way the scent of him—dark, masculine, faintly spiced—was coiling inside her lungs like an addiction she couldn't shake.
With the way his gaze flickered toward her every now and then, catching her staring at his hands, his throat, the earring she had made for him.
With the way her thighs were pressing together, her body betraying her over and over again.
She wanted him.
So badly it hurt.
By the time they reached her house, Gie was on the verge of insanity.
She practically ripped the car door open, needing to get away from him before she did something humiliating.
But as soon as she stepped out—
A voice greeted her.
"Oh. My. God."
Gie froze.
No. No, no, no, not now—
Alina was standing by the front door, arms crossed, a huge, shit-eating grin on her face.
She looked between Gie and Alexander, then let out a low whistle.
"I thought you weren't coming home tonight," she teased, eyes glinting with pure mischief.
Gie's entire body combusted.
"I— It's not—!" She turned to Alexander, flailing. "I'll—thank you for the ride, good night!"
Before he could even respond, she practically sprinted inside, leaving behind nothing but the sound of Alina cackling behind her.
She locked her bedroom door.
Then collapsed against it, her chest rising and falling in erratic waves.
She needed relief.
Right. Fucking. Now.
Her hands were shaking as she peeled off her clothes, her body too hot, too sensitive, the need inside her too much to bear.
She fell onto her bed, her fingers already sliding down, parting herself, finding that she was drenched.
She gasped, her back arching as her fingers pressed against her clit, so swollen, so needy.
The images flooded her mind immediately.
Alexander's hands.
Alexander's lips.
His voice, low and sinful, whispering filth against her ear.
"Put them on me."
Her fingers moved faster.
She could still see him, still feel his presence in the air, still imagine his gray eyes watching her like he knew every dirty thought running through her mind.
The coil inside her snapped violently, her orgasm hitting her so hard her body trembled.
She gasped—once, twice—her legs tightening, her hand not stopping, not even after she came.
Because it wasn't enough.
She wasn't sated.
Even as the pleasure rolled through her, even as her body convulsed with bliss, the hunger remained.
The craving for him remained.
And that was when she knew—
She was completely, utterly fucked.