Nia’s Pov
Finally, he pulled back, just enough to let us both gasp for air. His hands planted on the table on either side of my hips, caging me in, his broad frame looming over mine. That smirk curved his lips again, slow and predatory, as his gaze dropped to my dress. The front zipper caught his eye immediately, the simple metal tab glinting under the fluorescent lights.
I realized it then, heat creeping up my neck. I hadn’t exactly had any motive when I wore this dress, I thought. It was an emergency meeting, I’d just grabbed anything from the closet and dashed to the office, no time to overthink. A practical choice, or so I’d told myself, but now it felt like a blatant invitation under his stare.
“Looks like someone came prepared,” Rowan said, his voice husky, laced with that teasing
