Roxana walked into the room where the aroma of food reached her nostrils. Ahead of her, she could only see Alexander's arm only as he sat on the armchair that faced away. In front of him at the table, many dishes were served.
She walked over and as she came into sight his eyes ravenous gaze fell on her. She could feel the intensity in them as she went to sit down on the sofa to his right before looking at him. He wore a silky black robe that covered his knees and was loose enough to show the middle of his sculpted chest.
Her gaze traveled up his neck, past his inviting lips, and to his eyes.
His eyes. They were certainly different. They made her shudder inside. There was no subtly in them. Just a raw need. He looked at her as if she was fresh meat and he was a lion.
"You should eat before it gets cold," he told her. His voice was calm, unlike his eyes.
