The Fire flirting between the couple hundred anxious Just Breathe fans at Shaggy’s snagged his attention, but it wasn’t hot enough to distract him from Scarlet’s incessant, Gavin-obsessed chatter. His last remaining nerve seized and sizzled in a pitiful death throe. “There she is. My informant was right. Keep that bitch out of Gavin’s line of sight. Take her to the toilets and fuck her stupid if you have to—or strangle her. I don’t care. Just don’t let her near him.” Scarlet’s coy smile reminded him of a snake testing the air with its tongue. Deadly intent hidden under the guise of a seemingly innocent gesture. Sinnder turned to check out Zoe and raised a brow. Form fitting purple shirt with a couple buttons undone, tight jeans, make-up. What got into her? Last time he saw Zoe, she’d been a total Plain Jane yawn-fest decked out in shorts and a tee shirt, limp hair tied up in a ratty ponytail. Tonight? Downright edible.
