Raymond POV
I heard her before I saw her, the soft sound of heels on marble at the top of the staircase, and when I looked up, every thought in my head simply stopped.
The black gown moved like water when she walked, clinging in all the right places, the slit revealing just enough leg to make my mouth go dry. Her hair fell in soft curls I wanted to bury my hands in. But it wasn't the dress that undid me. It was the way she carried herself down those stairs like she already knew exactly what she was doing to me and had decided, somewhat mercilessly, not to stop.
I didn't say a word. I couldn't. Every clever thing I might have offered dissolved the moment she reached the bottom step and looked up at me with those green eyes, waiting.
"You're staring," she said, breaking the silence I cou
