The second the door clicked shut, I turned to Leo with slow, deliberate grace, each step a calculated performance in stilettos.
He watched me like I was danger wrapped in silk. “You look… nice,” he said, voice tight, like he’d just realized he stepped into quicksand.
I smiled, predatory and sweet all at once. “That’s very… charming of you.” My gaze flicked to the glass of whiskey he hadn’t touched. “Tell me, why is she your PA?”
Leo blinked, startled by the directness. “Her family’s been having a hard time. She asked. I helped. That’s all.”
I was standing close now. So close, the heat from his body brushed against my legs. I leaned in a little, my perfume trailing between us like a net. Then I perched myself on the edge of his desk, crossing my legs slowly—letting the silk of my dress
