He stepped closer, rested his face against her neck, breathed in the scent of her skin, and murmured:

“Your scent…”

He kissed slowly along the curve between her shoulder and her neck. Zoe closed her eyes. Her body reacted before reason did.

He looked at her again. Gently held her arms and drew his lips closer.

“Your mouth…”

They were inches away from a kiss when—

“Sir, excuse me,” Cleide said, entering with the tray and freezing when she saw the scene. “I’m sorry…”

Zoe stood up immediately, flu