Victoria slowly descended the staircase.
Every step was deliberate.
The silky red lace nightdress clung to her curves as she moved, the soft fabric catching the dim light of the living room.
Her hips swayed just enough to be noticeable.
Just enough to be intentional.
And she loved the look on Alexander Kingsley’s face.
Alexander stood near the couch, his shoulders stiff.
His sharp inhale echoed faintly in the quiet room.
The moment he noticed what she was wearing, he shut his eyes tightly and took a step backward.
Victoria smiled slowly.
So he noticed.
Good.
She took a step forward.
Alexander stepped back again.
Another step.
Another.
Until his leg hit the edge of the couch.
He stumbled backward and dropped onto it with a soft thud, still refusing to open his eyes.
Maybe
