Arthur's POV
The door to my balcony slid open. I didn’t need to look up from the pile of papers in front of me. Her scent reached me first. Sweet. Tempting. Sinful.
"Hey," she called with that soft, seductive voice she always used when she came with twisted intentions.
My gaze rose slowly, deliberately, meeting long, slender legs, parted just enough to tease. Then led me to the small, lettering tattoo on a fresh thigh. Higher and higher I went, heat spreading through my skin, my mouth watering.
My eyes drank in the teasing swell of her cleavage before finally landing on her face—half-smile tugging at red lips, her teeth sensually catching her lower lip.
My pupils dilated, my body reacting instantly to the temptation before me.
All thoughts of Camilla that had plagued me, those distu
