Christina was shaking with anger. She looked at Emond through gritted teeth. "I'm going to say this for the last time. I don't have a close relationship with Victor. We're just friends. He helped me and I'm grateful to him."

Just friends?

Emond threw away his hand and sneered. They were all men. He couldn't be wrong.

Every time Victor saw her in his eyes, he was not just a friend.

His eyes fell hot on Christina's wet body, which made her curvy curves more visible. His throat swallowed and his eyes were aggressive.

Christina instinctively ducked back, but there was no place to hide behind her.

Emond tugged at...