Chapter 18

Victoria My legs were already unsteady when I stepped into the elevator after him, the lingering heat from earlier still pulsing low in my body. I could still feel the ghost of his touch from the dressing room — the way he had pressed me up against the wall between racks of silk dresses, his fingers sliding beneath the hem before I could even protest. The humiliating part wasn't that I'd come for him there, trembling and muffled against his shoulder, but that he'd made me thank him for it in a voice that barely sounded like mine. Now, in the mirrored box of the elevator, that memory had my cheeks burning. I avoided his gaze, hoping he couldn't see just how raw I still felt. But Leo was never the type to let me hide. He stepped in close, caging me against the glass, one palm braced beside my head, his scent wrapping around me like a noose. "Still flushed from earlier," he murmured, the corner of his mouth curving. His eyes swept down, slow and deliberate, and I knew he was picturing exa