Elena instinctively looked toward the door as the woman walked slowly toward her.
Before she could move, the woman closed the distance. Long, elegant fingers caught Elena's jaw with firm, controlling pressure and turned her face back, forcing their eyes to meet. She gasped in shock.
"Looking for your man, my sweet girl?" the woman purred, her voice low and velvet-smooth.
Elena swallowed hard.
The woman smiled, slow and predatory. She pressed closer, towering over Elena, backing her up until her hips hit the marble sink.
"I sent him away, darling, do not worry." she whispered, lips brushing Elena's ear. "We're all alone now. No one is coming to interrupt us."
Elena's heart pounded in shock and confusion. "That's… that's impossible—"
The woman's fingers stayed firm on her jaw while her other hand traced slowly down Elena's neck, over the deep neckline of her green dress, and boldly cupped one full breast making Elena gasp in shock.
