Chloe's POV
knelt in the center of the bed, the red silk slip cool against my skin. The ribbon sat in a neat bow at the hollow of my throat, its ends trailing between my breasts.
Yet it was more than gratitude. A longing I could not name for Gideon had begun to wake, low heat curling under my skin, a restless ache that made the silk cling and the ribbon feel like an invitation.
I could no longer pretend the way I waited for him was only a thank-you.
I kept my hands on my thighs, spine straight, eyes on the door. The silk was thin. I had put nothing on underneath.
When the door opened, Gideon stepped inside and closed it behind him without hurry. He took in the room, then me, in one slow pass of his gaze. He walked to the edge of the bed, sat down, and rested his forearms o
