“I do the same thing,” he continues, his heated gaze boring into me. “With all those women you heard—all those women I made scream and moan and act in ways they never imagined they would—I wasn’t even trying. I was thinking of you, Valeria. Imagining it was you. Wanting it to be you. And all my best shit? I’ve been saving it for you.” Lander winks, straddling the dangerous line between serious and sexy that I never knew existed. “Sorry to hear you’re not interested. If you change your mind, come over anytime. I’d love to show my neighbor some hospitality.”
