Leo
The rich, buttery aroma of fresh pancakes and dark, robust black coffee filled the small flat, momentarily masking the damp chill seeping through the window frames. Leo stood in the small kitchen, his massive frame completely dominating the narrow space. He had just plated the final stack of golden-brown pancakes, the steam rising into the cold air, when the bedroom door clicked open.
He turned around slowly, and the words died completely in his throat.
Kelly stood in the entryway, wearing the custom Louis Vuitton golf wear he had selected for her. His personal relationship manager at the 5th Maison had done a magnificent job, delivering nothing short of perfection.
The high-performance outfit was a masterpiece of athletic luxury, and on her, it was pure, unadulterated sin. The sha
