Chapter 187 You're Not Going To Enter My Building Drunk And Barefoot
- He doesn't seem to hear me, his hooded and heated eyes fixed on them, skating over Margo's naked flesh, his hand gripping my hip.
- He may have said he doesn't want her, but I can feel the bulge growing in his pants, straining against the fabric.
- Margo murmurs something in French and Joel turns her around to look at us.