The sharp click of my heels echoed against the stone floor, mingling with the hum of conversation and the clink of glasses being filled. The air was thick with expensive perfume and temptation. My dress hugged every curve, turning heads as I moved through the crowd—exactly how I liked it.

I could feel their eyes on me, lingering, appraising. Some with admiration, others with envy. But I wasn’t here for them. Not tonight.

Then, I saw him.

Leaning casually against the bar, whiskey in hand, his eyes found mine the moment I stepped into view. He didn’t look away—didn’t even blink. Instead, a slow, knowing smile curved his lips, full of challenge, full of promise.

We both felt it. We both wanted it. And neither of us was about to resist.