Villain Ch 1973. I Return Favors
It wasn't fair.
The way his voice could wrap around a word like that...slow and low, like it had weight. Like it meant something. Mila's breath caught again. She swore her knees were seconds from signing a resignation letter.
She hated this.
She hated how good he was at being soft and dangerous. How every time she thought she'd figured him out, he flipped the page. Changed the tempo. Twisted the script. Now his lips hovered near her jaw, not kissing but not pulling back either. She could feel the heat from his breath, could almost taste the tension that crackled in the space between them.
Then his hand moved.
Subtle.
But not invisible.
It drifted from her waist, fingers trailing over her lower back, tracing the edge of her dress like he was reading Braille. No pressure, just enough touch to make her spine tighten and her breath hitch.
Her voice came out breathless. "Allen..."
