My Bestie’s Dad Likes Me Wet
I rushed forward, and the sight at the door sent me stumbling back.
Sandy.
All sugary smile and bright eyes like she hadn’t been whispering death threats at me less than twelve hours ago.
“Th-thank you,” I managed, my hands trembling as I signed.
“Lena Calloway, right?” she asked sweetly, turning to Lena.
“Yes. Who the fuck is asking?”
“I’m Sandy. And I’ve got information you’ll want.”
Lena blinked, caught off guard. “Really? Should we talk in private?”
No. No, no, no. My chest clamped tight.