Her figure-hugging attire showcased her toned abs and the curve of her hips. “You talk too much,” she said, looping her arm through his and escorting him inside like a reluctant prom date. She winced as she put weight on her ankle. Nothing too serious.” She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the shock of the fall. Ava managed a smile despite the pain. Kassie leaned in a little closer, just enough to make him forget how to breathe. Ava had indeed found something—but it was far from terrifying. Her expression shifted—first concern, then frustration. “Look, Amanda,” she began, her voice measured. Her black yoga pants hugged her round ass, showcasing the kind of voluptuousness that could make any man’s head spin. “Hi, I’m Sommer Ray,” she began, her voice a forced purr. “It’s no trouble—I don’t mind driving you.”
Jake hesitated for a moment, then smiled gratefully. She watched the camera as if it were a lover, her eyes full of a fake desire.
