My hand in Sterling's grasp shook as he escorted me from our car, the one that Patrick had stopped in an alleyway. Once inside a building, we moved down a hallway in what, based on the delicious aromas, was the back of an upscale Italian restaurant. Coming to a stop at what appeared to be an elevator, Sterling placed his palm on a screen. Instantly, the screen came to life with green lights indicating that an elevator had been sent.
We were truly a handsome couple, he in his custom suit and me in the Sinful Threads prototype. His suit hugged him in all the right places, accenting his broad shoulders, long legs, and toned torso. The bright white shirt contrasted with his sun-kissed complexion, and the black silk tie complemented my outfit.
This dress was different than the one I'd worn
