Desire
I walk away from him, my hips swaying deliberately, his eyes burning into me as I do.
"Victorie," he calls after me, his voice soft and gentle.
I roll my eyes and hold my hand up to my mouth to stifle a laugh. How pathetic, I ponder to myself as I take my time turning round.
This is almost too easy. My eyes fix onto his and I can almost see the desire rolling off him in waves.
He wants me – his cousin, the beautiful Victorie. I'd be disgusted if it wasn't so amusing.
I walk back towards him and I can see his eyes going wide as they fixate on my breasts, which are revealed by a low-cut dress, which I normally wouldn't be seen dead in, but hey, it definitely did the job.
When I reach him I lift a finger and trail it down one side of his face. I'm so close to him, his body is pressed into mine and I can hear every breath he takes.
Then, slowly and carefully, I reach up to press my lips to his, and that's the moment hell breaks loose.
