*Harper*
I wasn't sure what I had expected when Rowan said we'd stop by the club that night. Maybe some quiet administrative errand, a quick check-in with the staff, something dull and businesslike.
But nothing about walking through that front door with him felt dull.
The second we stepped into the velvet-lined entrance, the air changed. It was thicker, warmer, more electric.
The club was alive with red lights, and the scent of expensive perfume. Music pulsed from deep within the different areas, something sultry and slow. I felt eyes on us instantly.
On him, mostly, but then on me.
And Rowan? He moved like he didn't care about the world. One hand on my back, not in a possessive way, but more like grounding me. He had this silent, lethal confidence. He didn't glance around to acknowl
