Carlos' presence is infuriating, yet undeniably arousing. Fran's skin prickles with awareness, her nipples hardening beneath her thin shirt. She can't help but notice his sculpted form, the way his muscles flex with every movement. Her pussy aches, her clit throbbing with need. She's torn between wanting to slap him and fuck him, her anger and desire intertwining in a confusing whirl. She's never felt so frustrated, so... alive.