Sofía faced him with her shoulders drawn in, nerves coiling tight in her chest. What she didn't realize was that the mirror behind her revealed everything her bare back reflected clearly to his eyes. The sight was nothing short of exotic, and Fernando found himself momentarily undone by it.
He took a step toward her.
Then another.
She swallowed hard, suddenly hyperaware of herself, fear creeping in for reasons she couldn't quite name. Maybe it was the irrational dread that he would find her lacking that he would look at her body and turn away in disgust.
Nothing could have prepared her for what came next.
"You look so fucking hot."
The low purr in his voice made her throat tighten as her eyes locked onto his polished black shoes, watching them close the distance between them.
Me? Hot?
She almost laughed at the absurdity of it but the tension in the room stole the sound from her throat.
