Every time Isolde got close, Severin made sure the cigarette was out—and there wasn't even a trace of smoke left by the time she reached him.
"Where the hell are we?" Isolde asked, stepping closer to Severin, trying to get a look at the view beyond the balcony. Still, Severin raised his hand, stopping her in her tracks.
"Don't come any closer. My men are on patrol down there. If you stand here and they so much as glance up, they'll see everything. You've got nothing on under that shirt."
Severin's eyes dropped to her chest, where her nipples were poking visibly through the black shirt, then trailed lower to her bare thighs. They both knew she wasn't wearing a damn thing underneath.
Isolde scoffed. "Isn't Dax the one on watch down there? Shouldn't be a problem if he sees. He's already seen it before, on the night you ordered him and the rest of your crew to take turns on me."
