Savannah's POV
"Come inside."
Months had passed since our last encounter. His silhouette appeared leaner beneath that expensive Hermes suit that clung perfectly to his frame. How could someone in his line of work manage such luxury?
Standing before me, his height commanded attention while his sculpted physique showed through the tailored fabric. The mask concealed most of his face, yet those piercing eyes held the coldness of winter frost.
His mouth drew my attention with lips full and pink like spring blossoms.
I traced my fingertip along his lower lip, wanting to capture that beautiful shade for myself alone.
The simple touch left him breathless.
His chest moved erratically as he pressed deeper into my thumb. For a fleeting second, I felt the moisture of his tongue against my skin.
"I realize this call was unexpected. Please, come sit down. We need to discuss something important."
I guided him by the hand toward the couch.
