MARION

“Give me a minute!” Demetria shouted from inside her apartment. I chuckled, checking my Patek Philippe watch as I leaned against the doorframe. A minute with her usually meant five, maybe ten, but I didn’t mind waiting. The anticipation was half the thrill.

When the door finally opened, every thought I had evaporated.

She stood there in that white silk dress like the world had been holding its breath just for her. The fabric clung to her in all the right places, glowing under the ...