The convoy rolled out of Infinity Chaos Hotel in a rolling thunder of engines.
One by one the line of hypercars poured down the long drive, sunlight flashing off polished bodies as they vanished into the open road beyond. Phei's Pczinger 21C Sovereign had slowed until the last of them had gone, the black tiger coiled and patient, its engine idling with a low, predatory purr.
Only then did he ease the car forward a bit faster.
Catrina had been watching him the entire time.
She sat in the passenger seat with her back straight, hands folded tightly over the short pleated skirt that looked far too much like a designer version of a school uniform. The soft, expensive fabric ended high on her thighs, and beneath it a pair of delicate lace socks clung to the smooth, warm skin just above her knees.
Every time the car shifted, the pleats moved, offering tiny, maddening glimpses of the soft flesh underneath.
She bit her lower lip:
