S** Tape
she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
He gave a small nod before turning away.
Relief rushed through her, but it was short-lived.
Without hesitation, he loosened his tie, shrugging out of his drenched suit jacket before tossing it onto the floor.
Vivi’s pulse skyrocketed.
Her mouth went dry as he unbuttoned his shirt, the wet fabric clinging to his body before he peeled it away, revealing defined muscles that seemed sculpted by an artist’s careful hands. The lean strength in his torso, the way the light hit the droplets of water on his skin—it was unfair, really.