“I’m sorry,” Saylor mumbles. “Is this yours? I thought Kash left it.” She side-eyes me, and not in a good way. Shit. “I promise I didn’t know. I’ll go take it off.” Krew walks toward her, causing her to stumble back a step. Fuck, it’s more like he’s stalking his damn prey. He stops inches in front of her, looking her up and down. His appreciation is obvious, and he clearly doesn’t give a rat’s ass that we’re all watching him feast on Saylor like she’s the best thing his code-hackin’ heart has laid eyes on since he first discovered JavaScript.
