The sound of Daniella's heels echoed through the silent hallway of the building, each step marking the rhythm of her anxiety and excitement. The tight black dress hugged her curves like a second skin. The side slit revealed a subtle provocation with each movement of her bare legs. Under the fabric, nothing. No panties, no bra. Just skin. Heat. Desire.
When the loft door opened, she was met by a different kind of heat—not from the room, but from his gaze. Samuel stood there, holding a wine glass and wearing a smile that said everything he hadn't yet dared to put into words.
"Finally," he murmured, his eyes traveling up and down her body slowly, as if undressing her with his look. "You came."
"I said I would," she replied, entering with slow steps, savoring the game. "The question is... a
