Victoria shifted in her seat, the leather creaking faintly as her thoughts began to wander—again. The hologram flickered in front of her, displaying rows of numbers and projections, but her focus was elsewhere. It wasn't her fault, not entirely. Who could blame her when the image of Felix, bare and perfect, kept creeping into her mind?
That body of his.
It was a masterpiece. His waist, slim and sinuous, the kind that made you want to wrap your hands around it just to feel how delicate it seemed, only to realize the deceptive strength hiding beneath. His abs, carved into tight, delicious grooves, were the kind you'd expect to see in a statue of some forgotten god. And those shoulders—broad enough to hint at strength but not so bulky as to overshadow the grace of his form.
