Lucifer leaned back in his leather chair, the soft creak of the material echoing in the quiet of his office. He glanced at the clock on the wall; it was nearly time for his evening rendezvous. A sly smile crept across his face as he picked up his phone, his fingers dancing over the screen to find Lisa’s contact.
The anticipation of their conversation sent a thrill through him, a rush of excitement that coursed through his veins.
His masculine body felt good in the fitted shirt that clung to his broad shoulders and chiseled chest. The tailored fabric accentuated every curve and line, making him look effortlessly charming.
He knew he had an effect on women, but with Lisa, it was different. She was drawn to him in a way that made him feel powerful, like he could have anything he desired.
