Chapter 61 Terminal Desires Ch11

• The lowest level of the terminal was forgotten by most. Storage, old flight manuals, rusted carts that hadn’t moved in years. There were no cameras here. Derek made sure of it. A true no-man's-land—dark, quiet, untouched by the chaos above.
• Perfect.
• Lena didn’t ask why he dragged her down the stairwell, didn’t speak when he unlocked the rust-bitten door with a key no one else carried. She followed him into the shadows, heat prickling under her skin, desire already spiraling through her.