Slowly, I open the top of my dress. The fabric slides over my shoulders and smoothly falls past my arm and lands on the floor, pooling around my feet. I step out of it. Before him, I stand in only my matching set of white lace underwear and bra. The design is sexy in a half-cup bra and cut-out underwear and transparent lace. I'm so glad I chose to wear this today.
He takes a step back, his jaw tightening as his gaze travels down my body. When his eyes meet mine again, they are blazing, lust swirling in the deep pool of his bluish-gray irises.
I reach behind me and unhook my bra, letting it fall to the floor next to my dress.
Mariano sucks in a breath as he takes in my breasts with puckered nipples. And then he sees it. Around my left boob is the tattoo I got in Japan. It forms like a half-circle with sakura flowers on the rib area—the arc in blue almost purple, and sakura in different shades of red for the petals. "Fuck."
