*Lena*
Adrian retreated from the area, glancing back only once as he slipped back through the door of the warehouse.
Xander didn't speak. He just looked at me, his hands tucked in the pockets of his jacket.
I waited for him to say something for a moment, to say anything, but he was silent.
I shook my head, looking down at my boots before straightening up and attempting to walk past him toward the door.
He caught me by the elbow, pulling me to a halt.
“What are you wearing?" he asked, his voice low with a hint of rage.
“A dress," I sneered, yanking my arm free.
He ran his tongue along the inside of his lower lip, looking me up and down. I wished the hunger in his eyes hadn't had the effect on me that it did. My stomach tightened with anticipation as his gaze slowly met mine a
