CHAPTER 70
ANDREW’S POV
A familiar figure in a cream mini skirt and matching halter top, complete with pointed black heels, skirted in front of me on the side walk. I would recognize that ass anywhere and I could feel the sudden tremors in my body.
“Lana,” the name rolled off my lips.
Impatiently, I increased my pace eager to catch up to her. With each step I took the further she seemed. Cussing repeatedly under my breath, I broke into a run, coming to a corner in the dark isolated street save only for the few street lamps. Then, there she was, her back against the wall, her teeth biting her red painted lips as she looked at me. Damn! She always knew I was a sucker for dark red lips. I advanced, feeling every bone in my body come alive.
“I know you like it creamy,” she whispe
