After locking the door with a soft click, Ivy turned, her movements gentle and alluring as she made her way back to stand opposite Bentley, positioning herself just behind her chair. Her eyes never left his, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she reached for the first button of her shirt.
With a seductive slowness, she began to undo it, her fingers grazing over the fabric, revealing glimpses of her pale skin beneath.
Bentley leaned back in his chair, watching Ivy with a mix of disbelief and desire, the strain in his voice betraying his struggle. "Ivy, what are you doing?" he asked, but his voice wasn't as firm as it should have been. The sight of her standing there, lips curled into a seductive smile, fingers moving to undo the buttons of her shirt, sent a wave of hea
