Chapter 5

CHAPTER

FIVE

Sabrina

Holy hell, the way Bradly tossed that drunk college boy aside…

I'm left staring up at Bradley, my heart hammering against my ribs like it wants out.

It's not just relief flooding through me—it's pure, unadulterated desire .

His dark hair is tousled, those piercing blue eyes of his locked on mine, and damn if I don't want to drown in them.

"Thanks again," I murmur, my voice thick with more than gratitude. I'm all turned on, my pussy throbbing in a way that makes me press my thighs together. My cheeks flame with heat. God, I hope he doesn't notice how affected I am by his intense, possessive display.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice laced with concern.

"Y-yeah," I stutter, feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush rather than the woman I am.

To distract myself from the growing tension between my legs, I tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear, a nervous gesture that betrays my inner turmoil.

"Let me make it up to you," I say, emboldened by the need to keep him close, to somehow show my appreciation. "Can I take you to dinner? To say thanks?"

His brows knit together, a crease forming between them, and he shakes his head. "No."

My heart plummets, a sinking stone in my chest. Rejection stings, surprising in its intensity.

But then he leans in, so close I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin. "I'll go to dinner with you," he corrects, and there's a new, softer edge to his gravelly tone. "But I'm taking you."

A rush of elation replaces the disappointment, and it takes everything in me not to throw my arms around him. The promise in his words, the certainty, it wraps around me like a warm embrace. I nod, speechless, caught in the gravity of this moment—of him .

"Okay," is all I manage to say, but it's enough.

Holy fucking moly, I'm going out with Bradley.