Her Replacement
"The school's play should be held this month and we will begin auditions soon...." Carlos trailed off when a certain figure appeared in his line of sight.
Blonde, almost champagne gold hair, lips that were sensuously curved with long model legs and a backside that was to die for, Carlos knew it was Nessa's sinfully looking friend, Aimee.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" Carlos drawled, shamelessly looking her over. Free looking wasn't a crime.
Aimee shivered when she sensed his perverted stare over her body, she glared at him. She was beginning to hate this, it was clearly a mistake coming here.
"Stop that?" she told him
"Stop what?" Carlos arched a dark brow at her, "I'm just admiring God's creature, what's wrong with it?"
Aimee's glare intensified yet inwardly, it somehow pleased her that Carlos found him attractive. Heck, what was she even thinking?