Loveherboobs 24 09 03 Tanya Virago Say Wow Out ... [BEST]

“Well?” she whispered, her eyes still on the reflection. “Does this angle work?”

The light from the window poured over her. It traced the swell, the shadow beneath, the faint, lacy edge of the bralette she wore—something black and delicate that offered more mystery than support. She looked like a Caravaggio painting come to brutal, gorgeous life.

“Wow,” Alex breathed, the word barely audible.

Tanya’s downtown loft, late afternoon. Golden light slants through the large industrial windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air.

Tanya Virago was not a woman who did anything quietly. Her laugh was a cascade of bells, her opinions sharp as her favorite lens, and her presence filled a room like the scent of cedar and lightning. Today, however, she was unnervingly still.

Tanya caught the reflection in the dark glass of a framed print across the room. A slow, knowing smile touched her lips. She didn't lower her arms. Instead, she twisted slightly, as if examining a phantom light source, giving Alex an unobstructed profile.