Even with my heightened senses, I couldn't see through it.
Alfonso bowed deeply. "Mr. Mercer. Thank you for coming on such short notice."
I didn't answer right away. My attention stayed on her.
Whatever she was wearing didn't just block vision—it rejected my senses completely. My sight slid off her like water off glass.
Interesting.
"Leave us," she spoke.
Her voice was calm, almost soothing—but Alfonso stiffened instantly.
Gone was his usual confidence. In its place was a faithful, almost obedient posture that reminded me… of a dog.
From his expression, I could tell he was on edge, barely daring to breathed too hard.
"Yes, my lady." He bowed again, then withdrew without a word, sliding the wall size door shut.
Silence followed.
We studied each other for a good one minute.
I couldn't help but notice her figure—curves hidden beneath her clothing hinted at a beauty far beyond the average.
Or at least, that's what I hoped—because I would be pissed if it wasn't.
