But he kept his eyes on me. He sank lower into his seat, lifting his arm to rest on the back of the blonde’s chair, and widened his legs — the same way he had in his room the other night when I couldn’t stop staring at him. My eyes cut into tiny slits as she slid her hand up his thigh. I seethed, moving my focus back to Cade, whose eyes still hadn’t left me. What kind of sick game was he trying to play with me?
