Zaya's lips trembled as she bit them, her heart racing with anticipation. Kabir's eyes roamed her body, his gaze burning with desire.
"Come on, darling... show me," he commanded, his voice low and husky as he removed his suit jacket.
Zaya's voice quivered as she began to speak, "Well, I..." She trailed off, moving towards the rack of dresses the attendant had brought in.
"Mhmm hmm." Kabir said, prompting for her to carry on.
Kabir's eyes never left hers, his smile growing more seductive by the second. He found her nervousness endearing, and it only fueled his desire to take things slow and savor every moment.
"I bought a lot of — of silk dresses," Zaya struggled to say, avoiding eye contact with Kabir.
