Elena Ashford collided with him like a guided missile launched from a sugar-high teenage warhead.
Arms wrapped around his bicep—possessive, immediate—pressing her body against his side like they'd been lovers for years instead of strangers who'd barely exchanged ten sentences in ten years of knowing her.
Her cheek nuzzled into his shoulder. Her breasts—fuller than her mother's, soft and warm even through the uniform—pushed against his arm like they were personally offended he wasn't already groping them.
Her platinum hair tickled his jaw like it was trying to flirt on her behalf.
"I can't believe you're actually here!" she squealed, voice bright and breathless. "Mom said you might come but I didn't think—I mean I hoped—but you're really here!"
Phei stood frozen.
Not because she was touching him.
Because across the room, the Ashford Madam was watching.
She hadn't moved.
Not one step since Elena burst through the door like a glitter bomb with daddy issues.
