Mr Vale finally shifted his gaze, his eyes sliding down to meet mine. But he didn’t jerk away or offer a shred of guilt, he simply watched me with a icy calm detachment and indifference, his fingers still woven through the blonde’s hair as if he were merely petting a hound.
The woman slowed her rhythm, sensing the shift in the room, and pulled back. A thin, glistening thread of saliva stretched from her painted lips before she turned her head to stare at me. Her eyes were sharp, feline, and filled with a mocking curiosity as she took in my disheveled hair and the heavy, exposed swell of my chest.
Mortification, hot and stinging, flooded my cheeks. I realized I was standing there like a gaping fool, my mission forgotten and my trap laid bare before the very man I thought I had played. I s
