Alexander's mind was racing with wicked thoughts as he watched her open the closet. His gaze landed on her bare skin and he could only imagine how it felt like to rain kisses on that flawless skin of hers. His gaze travelled southwards and landed on her well rounded bottom. She was struggling to reach for a robe that was placed higher in the closet giving him a better view. The fire that was mere sparks now intensified to a blaze that even Alexander himself was afraid he could distinguish.
Isadora knew that his unmoving gaze had been fixated on her all the time. By standing there, she was giving him the luxury to admire her curves and this intensified his lust. Finally, she got hold of the robe but lost her balance and she let out a gasp as she anticipated to feel the pain. She closed her eyes as a flash of almost physical pain formed on her face when she imagined hitting the cold floor.
