"Come on in, then," Heena invited, her voice sounding a fraction thinner than she liked.
As she turned her back to lead them in, Alex didn't move immediately. He lingered a step behind, his gaze dropping with an unhurried, shameless interest.
He analyzed her figure from behind, his eyes tracing the sharp curve of her waist and the disciplined flare of her hips.
Despite being in her late forties, she had maintained herself with a defiance that was visible in every line of her body. For a fleeting second, he was tempted to reach out and give the fabric of her skirt a firm, testing squeeze."
Tisha, catching the bold, unguarded direction of his stare, didn't miss a beat.
With a silent, knowing smirk, she reached up and delivered a sharp, playful slap to the back of his head.
Alex didn't flinch; he just offered Tisha a slow, coy smile, his eyes dancing with the shared secret of his audacity.
Heena turned back just in time to see the tail end of the exchange.
