Vivian stood frozen, her fists clenched at her sides, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. Her mind screamed at her to leave, but her feet refused to move.
She hated herself for the way her body responded, for the heat pooling in her stomach despite her better judgment.
And Christopher knew it. His smirk was a weapon, cutting straight through her defenses. He didn’t need to say a word—his confidence, his dominance, it spoke volumes.
Christopher lounged against the headboard of the oversized bed, his demeanor casual but commanding, as if the entire room were his stage.
The red glow from the light bulbs bathed the scene in an intoxicating mix of mystery and seduction, shadows dancing across his chiseled form.
His shirt, now unbuttoned and his boxers, was thrown to the flo
