Chapter 40

• The click of her heels was the first thing that struck me, sharp and confident, echoing in the still evening air. I leaned against the sleek black car, trying to mask my irritation. When she finally emerged from the house, my breath caught involuntarily. Sophie looked… devastating.
• She was wearing another red dress, different from the one she had on hours ago. Her make up was fresh, even more attractive than earlier.
• The red dress clung to her in ways I wasn’t prepared for—an unapologetic display of curves and elegance. The slit on the side revealed just enough leg to make me swallow hard, and the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders, paired with that sultry crimson lipstick, was enough to drive a man mad. And not just any man—me.