Eva smoothed her hands along her dress, taking a calming breath before entering the dimly lit lounge.
As she stepped inside, her heels clacked against the glossy marble floors. The intimate space was bathed in deep reds and purples, with plush velvet couches and the murmurs of hushed conversation."
A sharply dressed host approached. "Ms. Thornfield, welcome. Right this way please."
He led her through the lounge to a more secluded area, where Dorian stood with his back turned, gazing out the windows at the city skyline.
"Mr. Vance, your guest has arrived."
Dorian turned, and Eva's breath caught in her throat. He wasn't just handsome in that predictable, classically attractive way- there was an intensity to his chiseled features that was almost severe, offset by the slightest curve of
