Xenia's voice dropped to a soft, almost shy whisper, but there was a new heat beneath it.
"As for what I'm thinking about… It's just that, I don't know if you feel the same way, but allow me to help release your stress and help you relax…"
The words hung between them like a promise. Stan's eyebrow lifted slightly, but he didn't stop her. His calm gaze stayed on her face, patient, waiting to see how far she would go.
Xenia took another deep breath, then unbuckled her seatbelt with a quiet click. She shifted in the leather seat, turning her body toward him with deliberate, sensual grace.
The black dress she still wore from the earlier event clung to her curves as she leaned across the center console. The faint scent of her perfume, something warm and floral with a hint of vanilla, mixed with the cool ocean air still circulating through the vents.
