Olivera balked at the sight of Seth's lust-raved eyes.
She swallowed her spittle, aware that her hand which was holding her thin was beginning to shake. She cursed herself for being awake at this time of the night, and for opening the door too. Nick would say she was damn too naïve for her own good.
What had she been thinking? That it could be a maid? Asking for what? Help? She couldn't believe herself neither did she have any idea what she would do now.
Seth was still staring at her. His eyes were now raking the entirety of her body. She was only wearing a nightgown, which she knew was exposing her skin and the fact that she wasn't wearing anything underneath because of its thinness, thereby worsening the situation. She was toast.
