The door opened slowly, and a heavy wave of perfume rolled in, hitting Nash like a warm, invisible hand.
It was thick and rich, sweet up front with a dark, musky bite that hinted at trouble. Nash's skin prickled before he even saw her.
Victoria stayed still, one leg crossed over the other, but Nash's eyes locked on the doorway.
She walked in like the main attraction, hips swaying, chin high.
A red silk dress hugged her tight, outlining the smooth curve of her waist and the soft swell of her hips.
The neckline dipped deep, pulling his gaze to the inviting line of her chest, while a daring slit climbed high enough to flash smooth, toned thigh with every step.
Diamond earrings catching the low light, her blue hair tied in a long, sleek ponytail that swayed behind her.
Sharp eyes, a predatory smile.
Nia Valencia.
Nash froze.
"You…?"
She smirked, closing the space.
