Page 66 of Their Arrangement
And that’s when I felt it.
A stillness.
Like the air went still just to notice me.
My pulse slowed—and then spiked.
I turned.
Wolfe was there.
Behind the glass.
Staring.
He didn’t move.
Didn’t blink.
Just stood with one hand in his pocket, the other loose at his side, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to break the glass or touch it.
I couldn’t breathe.
His gaze didn’t just land on me.
It dragged.
From the arch of my neck…
To the bow at my throat…
To the satin stretched across my chest…
Then lower.
All the way to my thighs.
Like he already knew what was beneath it.
Like he’d chosen it himself.
Something flickered in his expression.
Not anger.
Not grief.
Something darker.
Want.
It punched through me so hard I had to grab the edge of a desk as I passed to stay upright.
I looked away.
Had to.
But I felt him watching me all the way to my seat.
