Hera froze, her fingers hovering over the screen. What was she supposed to say? Admit she liked it, liked it a lot, and risk sounding like some desperate woman thirsting after him?
The thought made her chest tighten. Worse, what would that say about her? She already had six lovers who adored her; if she reacted to Alexandre like a starved woman, wouldn't that make it seem as though they weren't enough?
Her temples throbbed as the conflict spiraled inside her. Desire tangled with guilt, excitement clashing with restraint. 'Why am I even thinking like this?' Hera scolded herself, but her thoughts remained a messy tangle, pulled deeper into Alexandre's deliberate teasing.
But Alexandre wasn't done yet. He sent another set of photos that, on the surface, were meant to showcase his shoes, but his poses told a very different story.
