Alpha Theo
It’s like she’s frozen, glued to the spot she’s standing in.
I smirk, raking my eyes over her body. Little miss goody two-shoes is dressed to kill tonight in a tight little skirt and heels. Her glasses are gone, her blonde hair falls in waves over her shoulders, and fuck, those legs. They go on for days. If I wasn’t all the way hard before, I am now. My dick strains against the fabric of my jeans and Hailey/Kailey’s hand.
“A little privacy?” I arch a brow.
Brooke glances around, flustered. “I… ew.”