Vivian hesitated, her heart racing as Christopher’s sharp gaze pinned her in place. Slowly, she reached for the waistband of her scrubs, her fingers trembling slightly but steadying as she met his eyes. They were intense, dark with desire, yet controlled—a silent command that sent a shiver down her spine.
"Stop, kitty," Christopher's deep voice rumbled, his lips curling into a smirk. "Don't rush. Slowly. I want to explore every inch of you with my eyes."
Her breath hitched at his words, her body heating under his unrelenting stare. She nodded, her fingers moving deliberately now, peeling the soft fabric of her scrubs down her hips.
She let them pool around her ankles, revealing her lace-trimmed panties—a delicate, blush-pink contrast to her flushed skin.
Christopher’s gaze burned into
