Victoria
My legs were already unsteady when I stepped into the elevator after him, the lingering heat from earlier still pulsing low in my body. I could still feel the ghost of his touch from the dressing room — the way he had pressed me up against the wall between racks of silk dresses, his fingers sliding beneath the hem before I could even protest. The humiliating part wasn't that I'd come for him there, trembling and muffled against his shoulder, but that he'd made me thank him for it in a voice that barely sounded like mine.
Now, in the mirrored box of the elevator, that memory had my cheeks burning. I avoided his gaze, hoping he couldn't see just how raw I still felt. But Leo was never the type to let me hide.
He stepped in close, caging me against the glass, one palm brac
