Trent's eyes flickered with amusement as he observed her attire, a widening smile playing across his lips. "Very comfortable clothing for a very comfortable home you have here..." he said, letting the sentence linger. "Should I call you Diva or Athena? Because I can't keep saying both." His gaze lingered over her figure, savouring what he imagined lay beneath the fabric, before finally meeting her eyes.
"Athena will do," she replied quickly, folding her arms, inadvertently cupping her ample breasts. The faint outline of her nipples became more pronounced as the fabric stretched against her skin. "Mr. Nightingale, I'll ask once again—what is the purpose of your visit to my home?"