The humiliation

The pounding bass of the music and the drunken chatter swallowed Erica's words. Luke didn't hear her. He continued to kiss the woman, his hand squeezing her breast. The woman responded eagerly, moaning softly into his mouth, her nails trailing down his back.

Erica rolled her eyes and raised her voice sharply above the din. "Luke! Can we talk?"

This time, Luke froze mid-kiss, pulling back just enough to glance over his shoulder. His brows knitted into a frown when his gaze met hers.

"You?" He sized her up. "What are you doing here?"

Erica ignored his tone, her icy gaze flicking to the woman clinging to him. "I need to talk to you. It's urgent."

The red-haired woman eyed Erica with suspicion, her lips curving into a pout as she pressed herself closer to Luke. "Honey, who is she? Why is she bothering us?"