“Raven Desmond.”
“You single, handsome?” Erika inched closer, batting her lashes while angling her body lower. Raven gulped hard when he saw her cleavage. “Eyes up. I asked you a question.”
Oh god, how could she choose him out of everyone in the bar to flirt with? There was a very drunk and very cleary smitten Jayce beside her for f**k’s sake!
She chuckled as satisfaction ran down her spine at the sight of his reaction. “I’d take your silence as a no, then?”
“No, I’m…I’m single.” It was pure reflex. It’s not like he’s lying. He is, indeed, single. But the moment he said it, Therese’s face flashed in his mind.
If he was still his past self, he wouldn’t hesitate to jump this woman’s skin.
“Hmmm. Interesting.”
Erika smirked before she brushed her fingers down Raven’s chest. “Dance
