The door swung open with a low thud.
Xavier stood at the entrance, his cold grey eyes locking immediately on the scene in front of his room, standing awkwardly by the edge of his bed in a red thong and see-through lingerie that left little to the imagination.
His eyes darkened. Not with anger. But something more dangerous. Hunger.
Nonna turned first, unfazed by his intense stare. "Xavi," she said, smiling warmly. "You're back."
He didn't answer. His eyes hadn't moved from Sasha. He walked in slowly, calmly, shutting the door with a soft click behind him.
"Nonna," he said quietly, his tone strangely polite, "could you give us a minute?"
Sasha felt her heart begin to race. She instinctively reached out and held Nonna's arm tightly, like a child clinging to safety.
"I...I think I shoul
