Vivienne moved with a steady, fluid grace, her panic settling into a cold, hard knot of anticipation deep in her stomach. The cool air of the villa swirled around her bare thighs, but it no longer felt chilling.
It felt electric.
Every step was a delicious secret. The lining of her pencil skirt brushed against her sensitive skin, a constant, erotic friction that reminded her exactly who she belonged to in this moment.
And beside her... Alex.
He walked with an easy, predatory confidence that made her heart race... not from fear, but from a dizzying sense of pride.
She glanced at his trouser pocket. She knew exactly what was tucked inside. A scrap of black lace.
He was carrying her panties like a trophy.
And she was walking beside him, exposed, wet, and pretending to be an assistant leading him to her boss.
The sheer audacity of it made her head spin. It was reckless. It was insane. And God help her, she couldn't wait to see what he did next.
