Viona's POV
A sudden lump of anticipation formed in my throat. That velvet, commanding voice. That predator-sharp gaze. The question I had rehearsed melted instantly, dissolving into heat in my stomach.
I bit the inside of my cheek. I didn't dare to argue again. No. I didn't want to argue.
Could I rewind time and walk in after he finished? Or wait… was he actually waiting for me in that position?
"But Rafael, I think I should shower first. I feel sticky. I just got back from outside."
He didn't answer. His face stayed dead serious, his gaze dropping to my hands as I unbuckled my skirt and stepped out of my heels.
Like he already knew I didn't mean what I said.
Damn this body.
I quickened my movements, stripping as his impatient stare returned to mine, carrying a silent message that he hated waiting.
The early winter air bit my skin once I was left in only my bra and lace underwear. I stepped closer to the jacuzzi, intending to slip in immediately.
