Chapter 177: Priscilla

Thursday. Emiliano Rio, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

PRISCILLA RETREATED TO THE back of the elevator. She braced her hand on the rail and watched Brenden's broad shoulders glistening with sweat. He hadn't put his shirt on and she hoped he didn't.

The urge to fidget or do something to use up the nervous energy bubbling inside of her was nearly overpowering. She bit her lip and gripped the railing on her other side.

The elevator doors shut and Brenden turned to face her.

The moment his eyes locked on her, she stilled. Hell, she could hardly breathe.

Who was this woman she'd become?

Priscilla was not the initiator when it came to men. Flirting wasn't her strength. More often than not she was surprised to learn a man was putting the moves on her. But with Brenden? It was different. She wanted him regardless of what her norm was.

Did he know she had no idea what she was doing?