Max's POV
She was a walking temptation wrapped in silk and secrets, and every fiber of my being knew it. Even when I commanded myself to look away, my eyes refused to obey, drawn like a magnet to her slender silhouette reflected in the darkened window glass.
The way she moved sent fire racing through my veins. There was something devastatingly feminine about every gesture, every subtle shift of her body, despite the masculine disguise she wore to hide her true nature. Those long, elegant legs that seemed to go on forever. The soft curves that no amount of loose clothing could completely conceal. That delicate waist that I knew without question would fit perfectly between my hands.
