The inward curve of her waist, the generous sweep of her hips, the long, long line of her legs disappearing into the dark shine of her stockings. Reinhardt marveled at the sight before asking, his hidden intention clear.
"Are there any meetings scheduled for today?"
Melissa stepped closer. Her flushed body and charged scent assaulted his nose.
"There's a lunch with the Guild Council. Then at two, the city clerk will arrive with the revised sanitation petitions."
She began reciting. Her hip knocked against the corner of the desk as she leaned there, one leg crossing over the other.
"Then at five, Count Ragnald and Dorothea booked a meeting with you. They want to discuss…"
Melissa's words suddenly halted. Her eyebrows fluttered, and a hint of intense lust flashed into her eyes for a moment.
Reinhardt's hand had landed on her knee, quietly caressing it. His palm was so warm and firm—a feeling that she hadn't felt in a long while.
