Her gaze lingered on her reflection. The sheer panels left nothing to the imagination, and she wasn't wearing any underwear, just as he had instructed. A hot flush spread across her cheeks as she remembered the smoldering tone in his voice when he told her.
Only Luca could make an instruction like that feel simultaneously like a test, a dare, and an invitation. Only Luca could make her pulse race at the idea of being completely exposed, yet completely safe under his eyes.
Even thinking about him made her stomach flutter. The man was everything sinful, everything intoxicating. When he spoke, even casually, there was an underlying current of danger, a magnetism that made her want to surrender completely. She'd caught herself imagining throwing her panties at him in frustration.
