"I...I..." Ivana Bennett tightly clung to her dress, "I..."
Lucas Walker did not speak. Instead, he raised his hand, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt one by one.
His movements were deliberate, his posture reminiscent of a hunter preparing to carve his prey—calm, composed, and utterly certain.
With the last button unfastened, Lucas Walker removed his shirt, then his socks, and reached toward his waist...
Ivana immediately turned her face away, looking at the ceiling.
But he came towards her, step by step. She retreated step by step until she was cornered against the wall, his tall figure looming over her.
"Have you made your choice?"
Ivana dared not raise her head for fear of seeing things she should not, nor did she dare meet his gaze for fear he would see through her. She could only look straight ahead.
Unfortunately, given his height, this meant that her gaze was level with his chest.
