Dillon: ... (Mr. Casper, you might want to tread lightly with that one.)
Juan: ... (Looks like your husband's got a serious case of the green-eyed monster.)
Eliza stared coolly at the man in front of her, then suddenly broke into a laugh.
"Mr. Casper, just take a look at these young guys—fresh, fit, and full of life. Don’t they look way better than your scarred-up self?" She stood up, stepped closer, and locked eyes with him. "I mean, I don't care for them, so could it be... I'm into you?"
She chuckled softly, "Check them out—tall, ripped, rocking those six-packs. Bet they're something else in every way..." She sighed dramatically, "Here I am, after having a kid, it's been ages since I’ve had any excitement. I'm just craving it."
She was deliberately trying to rile him up. Her moves and glances were intentionally exaggerated and playful.
Juan was on edge for her. He wanted to say something, but Eliza's sharp look shut him down every time.
"Mr. Casper, I’m all about those good-looking guys with fair skin. You're not quite my type, so that's a bummer. For someone who's into looks, it's a dealbreaker. Maybe you should head out, don't cramp my fun."
"Eliza." Casper's anger was practically tangible, his fingers curling into a fist as he slammed it into the wall behind her. Blood splattered onto the pristine surface.
Eliza shrank back, startled. Lucky for her, his fist didn’t connect with her face.
Juan: Whoa... he's really steamed.
Dillon: This is gonna be a tough one to calm down.
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