❄︎ Viktor ❄︎
The tremor in her fingers pleased me, and I drank in the satisfaction of knowing I affected her, greedily.
But she pulled away, smoothing shaky hands over her tiny yellow dress, my satisfaction soured instantly.
One, she’d gotten another prosthetic. This one fit even better than the last and felt almost real when I’d felt it wrapped around the grip. And two, if I could see down her cleavage thanks to our height difference, so could every other man in here. And those bare legs went on for more miles than I was willing to allow.
“Luca Greco.” The name passed my lips with a hiss.
I turned toward the showcase. The man behind it paled under my stare.
“Yes?” he asked.
“Do you research your customers before deciding which to piss off?”
The slimy bastard immediately pointed to
