Page 53 of Vacation with the Ice Queen

"Not bad. Just unfamiliar." Serena leaned back in her chair, gaze drifting to the sky above. "I maintain control in all areas of my life. It's how I've succeeded in a male-dominated industry. It's how I've built everything I have."

"And now?"

Serena's eyes returned to Lila, something vulnerable and hungry in them simultaneously. "Now I find myselfwanting to surrender that control, at least temporarily. It's... disconcerting."

The admission sent heat spiraling through Lila's body. "Sometimes the strongest people need space to not be strong," Lila said softly. "To just be."

"Is that what you offer?" Serena asked, her voice dropping to match Lila's. "Space to just be?"

"If that's what you need."

The moment stretched between them, heavy with possibility. Serena's gaze dropped to Lila's lips, lingering there with undisguised want.

"I should be clear about something else," Serena said, her usual precision somehow making the moment more charged rather than less. "I'm very attracted to you. Not just physically, though certainly that, but to your mind, your perspective, your... wholeness."

The compliment bypassed simple flattery, striking at something essential in how Lila saw herself. Not her appearance or even her professional skills, but her integrated self—the quality she'd worked hardest to reclaim after Sophie.

"I'm attracted to you too," Lila admitted, the simple truth somehow harder to voice than the conditions she'd laid out earlier. "To your strength, your mind…and your hidden softness."

"Hidden softness?" Serena raised an eyebrow, as if the very concept challenged her self-image.

"Very hidden," Lila teased gently. "But definitely there."

When the laughter faded, Serena's expression grew serious again, though without its usual sharpness. "Where do we go from here, Lila? We've established parameters and acknowledged attraction. What's the next step?"

The question hung between them, practical yet loaded with meaning. Lila considered it carefully, aware that her answer would set the tone for whatever came next.

"I think," she said finally, "that we take this moment by moment. No rush, no pressure. We have eleven days, not just tonight."

Relief and something like respect flickered across Serena's features. "That's... wise. Though not necessarily what I expected you to say."

"What did you expect?"

"Given the other night in the pool, perhaps something more... immediate." Serena's candor was refreshing even as it sent heat climbing up Lila's neck.

"The pool was unexpected," Lila acknowledged. "Beautiful, but driven by impulse. This feels different. More deliberate."

"And deliberate means slower?"

"It means being more aware," Lila clarified. "More present." She reached across the space between them, taking Serena's hand in hers. The simple contact sent electricity up her arm, belying her calm words. "It doesn't mean I don't want you. It just means I want all of this to matter."

Serena's fingers interlaced with hers, thumb brushing across Lila's knuckles. "It already matters," she said quietly. "More than I anticipated. More than is entirely comfortable, if I'm being honest."

The vulnerability in this admission touched Lila deeply. For a woman like Serena, acknowledging emotional impact represented a kind of courage different from business risk-taking.

"Then we honor that by not rushing," Lila said softly. "By giving this room to unfold in its own way."

Serena nodded, though the heat in her eyes suggested patience might be a challenge. "I should probably go, in that case. Before I suggest something less... deliberate."

The naked want in her voice sent a thrill through Lila's body, making her question her own wisdom in suggesting they take things slowly. But she knew it was the right approach—not because physical intimacy would be wrong, but because an emotional foundation mattered more in their limited timeframe.

"I'll walk you back," she offered, rising from her chair.

"No need," Serena replied, standing as well. "The resort paths are well-lit. And perhaps a solo walk would be... prudent."

The slight twitch at the corner of Serena's mouth suggested she was at least partly joking, acknowledging the tension between them with unexpected lightness.

They stood facing each other in the candlelight, close enough that Lila could see the subtle variations of blue in Serena's eyes and smell the expensive perfume that clung to her skin.

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