"The ladies powderoom?!" Three ladies were there and they immediately blushed with sloppy bows as they saw Devon and Leticia. Leticia turned red.
A sly smirk crossed Devon's face as he pulled her into one of the cubicles and shut the door behind them.
Before she could even start protesting and all, Devon pushed her back against the sink, grabbing one of her legs and hoisting it up, before standing in between her legs and leaner down on her.
His red eyes sparked with mischief and possessiveness as he asked, "How many other men did you talk to while I was away?"
For a moment, Leticia felt offended at the question. What did he mean? Not considering her choice of words, she spat, "What are you insinuating? I'm not like you who beds different women every night." She'd actually expected him to flare but then the smirk that curled up his lips worried her more, his tongue rolling over his fangs, "Is that jealousy I hear in your voice, Kitten?"
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