As light spread across the marble floors, warming the immaculate stillness like a secret wanting to whisper itself to life, the hum of the city crept into the penthouse. Amelia stood in front of her closet, hands gliding over a line of silk blouses and custom dresses. Today, she wouldn’t wear something safe.
She chose a crimson wrap dress, soft as a sigh and bold as a challenge. It clung to her curves in all the right places, daring the world to look twice—and to underestimate her at their peril.
If the corporate wolves circling her wanted blood, she would show them teeth and make them regret ever sniffing too close.
By the time she stepped into her sleek black car, the sting of the anonymous message from last night still prickled at her skin. “This wasn’t the only photo. Want the rest?
