C157 You Bastard!

Today, Zoie was clad in a silk dress that barely grazed her thighs, and she had foregone stockings altogether. Her legs, a pair of white, smooth pillars, swayed tantalizingly before his nose, their skin so pale and delicate it seemed to glow.

With each movement, the hem of her dress fluttered, releasing a subtle, alluring scent. Rollins watched, fixated, as a warmth spread through him