His gaze was almost something physical, like a ghost touch on my naked skin. He didn’t move, but his eyes slid down to my erect nipples. “Of course, you are.” There was the hint of something I couldn’t place in his voice. His gaze lingered on the apex of my thighs slightly longer than on the rest of my body and a small burst of hope filled me. My nipples hardened in the cool air of his office but I didn’t close my silk bathrobe, despite the overwhelming urge to cover myself against Dante’s cold scrutiny. His blue eyes wandered over my exposed body. For once, he didn’t pretend I was invisible. He didn’t move closer but he was looking at me. Tension radiated off of him when he turned around to me. I think I deserve at least that small decency, Dante.”
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