Aveline padded barefoot to the door. When she opened it, there he was. Caleb. Leaning against the frame like sin itself, dressed in black, eyes gleaming like he knew every secret she'd never told. That half-smirk of his was enough to undo a lesser woman, but Aveline was made of tougher things.
"Thought I'd drop by," he murmured, voice low, roughened by desire. "Didn't figure I needed an invitation."
Aveline arched a brow, equal parts annoyed and intrigued. "Caleb… what the hell are you doing here?"
He shrugged, the movement lazy, hands tucked in his pockets. "I want you." No hesitation, no shame. Just raw, naked truth between them. "Can I come in? Or you got a client? I don't mind waiting. Hell… better yet, I could join you two. I'll pay double. Good deal, considering you enjoy it too."
Her breath hitched. Aveline hated how he could stir something low and dark in her with so few words. She leaned against the doorframe, pretending to think, though they both knew she already had.
