His hand rounded the door knob before he slowly brought it to a close. The sound of the lock clicking into place echoed in the eerie silence. Still he faced the closed door, afraid to turn around and seek out what awaited him in the dimly lit room.
He shrugged off his suit coat and laid it down gently on top of the plush chair beside him, careful not to turn his head too much and accidentally catch a glimpse.
A laugh almost made him break his composure. It spoke measures without words. He chuckled softly as he loosened his tie. "Then what are you waiting for?" Was all that was said back.
He would hesitate no longer. So he turned around and looked at her.
She was lounging on the frame of a window, eyes looking out, the light from the streets illuminating her silhouette. To any stranger she would've looked like an angel sent from heaven, but he know better. She was Lucifer, the one that fell.
His eyes trailed down to her dress. A dress that could very well be mistaken for lingerie under this lighting. It almost looked heavenly earlier that evening under the ballroom's chandeliers.
Rose gold silk clung to every curve of her, leaving little to none to the imagination as she had entered the room. The deep v-neck in the front drew many a gasps from the crowd and the daring dip in the back reveled what was already suspected, there was nothing underneath. A slit of open material left her left leg seductively on display, her promiscuity might as well be the death of her in this society.
She had put on a great show, he'd give her that, she had everyone in the room wrapped around her finger just at the sight of her. Ladies poised ready to scold and hiss at her next move. Men stopping dead in their tracks just to watch her. She acted like she didn't know it, her face innocent but her body taking control.
He didn't know what he expected from her but she had exceded every one of those expectations.
(To be continued)
