Olivia's POV
He rose from the chair slowly. I stood frozen, like a prey caught in the gaze of a predator. My body reacted before I could stop it, heat rushing down my spine and settling between my thighs.
"Take off your clothes," he said, his voice low and commanding.
I flinched, eyes wide. "No…"
His eyes narrowed slightly, not in anger, but certainty. "Now."
My breath hitched. Something in his tone didn't leave room for refusal. My hands trembled as I reached for the thin strap on my shoulder, dragging it down slowly. Then the other.
The silk slipped off, dropping at my feet.
I stood there, naked.
Shivering, not from cold, but from the overwhelming awareness of his gaze raking over every inch of my body.
And then I saw it.
Desire.
Raw. Hungry. Unfiltered.
It gleamed in his eyes, darkening them, tightening his jaw.
He moved—one step, then another—until he was in front of me. Close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his body.
