Hades
The clinking of heels reached my ears. I raised my head, finger poised to press the elevator button. But just before I could make contact, I stilled.
My breath caught.
She stepped into view, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. The dress she wore – sleek, understated but devastating in its elegance and allure – seemed to dim the entire hallway.
The emerald mini dress hugged her full figure, the black floral stockings highlighting her long sculpted legs. The ankle boots added a inch or two to heights.
Her titan curls were swept to one side in a way that drew attention to a lightly angled, delicate features of her face and the subtle shimmer in her eyes held me captive longer than I cared to admit.
I forced my gaze away, clearing my throat as if that would somehow erase the seconds I'd spent simply staring.
Focus, Hades.
