Ethan Laurent's expression momentarily froze, his gaze fixed on her smooth, delicate neck. He savagely bit a small patch of her skin.
"So last night was payback?"
"It hurts, be gentle!" Summer Ford didn't want to discuss such matters with him in this place, she tilted her neck to dodge and leaned her face towards the railing.
Unexpectedly, Ethan's body pressed against hers oppressively.
In this position, Summer Ford's upper body hung entirely outside the railing.
This made her balance a bit unstable, her face slightly changed, trying to steady herself, but Ethan was a step ahead, his hand sliding down her spine, his palm supporting her hips.
His flirting was unabashed.
Not far away, Raine Sullivan, who hadn't left, watched the scene without a word, her gaze turned colder.
Summer Ford did not look in that direction, her body somewhat stiff, as if electrified, convulsing involuntarily.
