I stood by the bed, watching her as she locked the door with a quiet click. When she turned back to me, there was something different in her gaze. Her eyes seemed darker, deeper—like they carried a secret meant only for me. It was hypnotizing, the kind of look that rooted me in place and made my pulse quicken.
She stood there, motionless for a moment, and then her hands went to the knot of her dress. With one smooth pull, the fabric slid off her shoulders, pooling silently at her feet. My breath caught as I took in the sight of her half naked body in delicate black lace, the thin black lingerie doing little to hide her curves.
I gulped, the sound loud in the quiet room, and she began to walk toward me. Slowly. Purposefully.
Without thinking, I shrugged off my jacket and removed my watch, setting it aside on the nightstand. My hands felt clumsy compared to the way her movements radiated confidence and control.
