Chapter 227: Flashback – The Surgeon of Truth
Author's POV (23 Years Ago)
Violet ran her delicate fingers over Morgan's bare chest with a provocatively slow deliberation. She looked into his eyes with a gaze that ignited with defiance and whispered, "It's getting warm in here... I think I should take off my dress."
She rose from her position over him with agile grace, standing before the bed where the light fell directly upon her. Her hand reached for the side zipper, pulling it down in one confident motion.
The red dress fell in a smooth, fluid slide, pooling at her feet. Morgan stared in disbelief, his breath hitching as he took in the details of her body; she was wearing provocative red lingerie that matched the dress, contrasting perfectly with her pale skin.
"I should tie my hair as well," she remarked, inspecting her strands. "I'll go get a tie from my bag."
Morgan watched with hungry eyes as she strutted out of the room. Damn her, she was truly torturing him.
