They'd surrounded him. Five girls forming a loose, practiced circle, cutting off escape routes with the casual cruelty of predators who'd ruined lives for sport before.
Sierra had stepped close—invading his space, pressing those firm tits inches from his chest—and started talking in that sweet, venom-dripping voice of hers.
Everyone had only seen her fix her shirt!
And then she'd screamed.
Had grabbed her own shirt, yanked it even wider open so her bare tits nearly spilled out, nipples nearly fully exposed for a flash that only he saw, and screamed that he'd touched her.
That he'd groped her perfect breasts. That the filthy charity case had sexually harassed Sierra Montgomery, daughter of one of Paradise's founding families, right here in the hallway in front of her paid-off witnesses.
Her friends had piled on instantly. "We saw it. He grabbed her tits. He's a disgusting pervert. He's been eye-fucking her all day like the creep he is."
