Chapter 52

• Adrian POV
• Sandra led me out of the cinema room, her heels clicking sharp on the hardwood as she headed for a narrow staircase at the end of the hall. “You’ve gotta see the rooftop,” she said, her voice still dripping with that flirty tease, her ass swaying in that tight bodycon gown with every step. My dick was still hard, pulsing in my pants, and I followed her like a damn moth to a flame, my eyes locked on that perfect fucking shake.
• We climbed the stairs, and she pushed open a heavy door, stepping out into the open air. The rooftop was huge—spacious as hell, stretching wide with a smooth tiled floor and a low glass railing around the edge. The city sparkled below us, lights twinkling in the dusk, the breeze cool and crisp. You could host a fucking party up here—tables, music, a crowd—and still have room to spare.