Eric's POV
The carpeted corridor was eerily silent, broken only by the faint whisper of air that seemed only to magnify the tension between Valeria and me.
I had waited for her to come and talk to me tonight, but I didn't expect the conversation to go in this direction in just a minute.
Now, she leaned cautiously against the door, one hand gripping the metal doorknob like it was her lifeline, poised to escape at a moment's notice. Her right foot slid back, toes pressing into the carpet while her heel lifted, a silent signal of readiness—a counterattack was waiting to spring.
Draped in an apricot silk nightdress, her posture was a paradox of seduction and defiance, starkly different from her usual demeanor. I must admit that her new style stunned me and lured me in a way I didn't expec
