Chapter 29.
The door to the closet opened and Amelia stepped out, her rene caovilla heels clicked against the marble floor, informing Maxiom of her arrival.
His head turned, and slowly, his eyes found her.
The tension in the air shifted.
And breath hitched.
Eyes locked against her, drinking in the boobs that sat perfectly in her tank top.
His pupils were delighted, eyes cascading down to the low-waist black jeans shirt that hung dangerously low against her waist, outlining the curve of her waist.
His eyes trailed down her long sexy legs, drinking them in, from where the flay of her skirt ended to her feet.
His muscles twitched, lungs running short of air.
Oh, damn it! She… she was the deadliest, sin at 5’8 and right this Instant he envisioned fisting his hand against her
