Alvaro smirked as he sauntered to the back of the armored van, casting a smug glance over his shoulder at Cloud. "No need to force yourself, buddy. I'm sure Sasha would much rather have me satisfy her needs than some uptight soldier." He winked salaciously before disappearing into the rear compartment.
Cloud's jaw clenched and he took a menacing step forward, fists curling at his sides. "I'd watch your mouth if I were you," he growled ominously. "Sasha deserves far better than a disrespectful prick like you."
"Oh please," Alvaro scoffed from the back. "You're just jealous because you know you could never make her scream like I can."
Sasha rolled her eyes in exasperation as she listened to their bickering. With an impatient huff, she pressed a button on the control panel, causing the backseat to smoothly transform into a luxurious king-sized bed draped in silken sheets.
