Magnanimous as he was, he had no issue indulging her little scheme. After all, it was already too late for her to escape his notice.
His gaze drifted to her face, studying every shift in her expression.
Rachel, for all her training and experience, was struggling to mask her shock.
Her lips were slightly parted, her breath just a fraction uneven.
She had expected many things tonight, but this—this—had caught her completely off guard.
Ross smirked, watching as she tried to compose herself, her mind racing to regain control of the situation.
The question was—would she back out now?
Or would she take the next step?
Rachel let out a soft, sultry laugh, tilting her head slightly as she gazed up at Ross.
Her red lips curled into a playful smirk before she dragged the tip of her tongue across them—slow, deliberate, enticing.
"Indeed, yours is plenty impressive, Ross," she purred, her voice like warm honey.