Cassian's POV
I stood frozen in the doorway, my gaze darting in confusion between the lace dangling from Sasha's fingers and Vivienne who was backed against the dresser, looking cornered.
My brow furrowed, confusion etched in my gaze as I stared at the scene.
Slowly, my eyes narrowed down on the lace and I involuntarily sniffed, my senses heightening as the sharp, unmistakable scent of female arousal wafted from the silk.
I froze, my eyes widening.
That smell…
Holy fucking—
My eyes flew to Vivienne. Her steps faltered just in front of the doorstep, her scent wafting into my nostrils, matching the exact scent on those panties, arousal or not.
She slowly turned to Sasha and the sound of her heart skipping a beat, then thumping loudly didn't escape my ears.
I exchanged a look with Maddox.
His face was unreadable but I could already tell the thoughts running wildly in his head.
I stopped looking at him and turned my gaze back to Vivienne. Then…back to the lace panty.
