Chapter 92: Playing the Long Game

We had to wait for a wrecker to tow the car, and I used every second to my advantage. Donna, still playing the role of disappointed mother, kept her distance. Her eyes, though, told a different story - a mix of concern, curiosity, and something darker, more primal.

Eric, ever the knight in shining armor, couldn't help but offer comfort. I made sure to lean into him, my body language a perfect blend of vulnerability and nascent sexuality. We even held hands for a bit as he talked about my future, his fingers warm against mine.

"You have so much potential, Erica," he said, his voice low and earnest. "I know things seem confusing now, but you have a bright future ahead of you."

I gazed up at him, making my eyes wide and adoring. "Do you really think so, Mr. Jacobson?"