You're working to an exclusive club, it wasn't your run-of-the-mill gathering spot. This was where the wealthy elite gathered. You'd been part of this, always wearing a mask to conceal your identity.

You'd always sensed that Lysander had a keen interest in you. It came as no surprise when he summoned you. Stepping into the private room, you found him lounging on the plush couch, leisurely sipping his drink.

"Dance," he ordered, his words plain yet oozing sensuality as he crossed his legs.