Flushed

A gasp escaped Veil’s lips as her face lit up. A searing heat traveled around her body, and she pressed her thighs together, feeling a sudden moisture in between her legs.

Anders said nothing else throughout the ride, as he had battles of his own. Since Orleans arrived at the restaurant for the meeting, he had tried to stop himself from throwing a punch at his pretty face, even though he knew the satisfaction the crunch of his bones would give him.

Still, it wasn’t a scene he wanted Veil to witness.

But Anders felt rattled to the core by the way Orleans kept looking at Veil from the corner of his eyes like some high schooler who had been love-struck. Anders tried so hard not to confront that situation because he didn’t want to appear the same way Orleans did before him.

And when he talked about Veil like she was some errand girl who was going out of line, Anders almost lost it. Although he knew that it was just Orleans trying to get back at him, he hated that he had used Veil to ac