Chapter Six:
Between My Thighs
We didn’t speak as the car pulled into the private parking garage beneath Julien’s building.
But I felt him watching me.
Not the way a lover does after good s*x—but the way a predator watches its favorite prey.
I followed him inside silently. It was a private elevator with a fingerprint scanner for access. Everything about his life screamed control.
The doors closed.
Again.
And this time, he didn’t even touch me.
He just leaned against the mirrored wall, eyes trailing up and down my body like he was stripping me with them.
I swallowed.
“You’re quiet,” I said softly.
He didn’t answer.
“Julien?”
The elevator stopped. He stepped out first.
Didn’t look back or wait for me to follow.
I followed him through the door—his penthouse was all shadows, g
