Chapter 2
I stand at the center of the auction stage, my hips swaying just enough to make the black lace cling to my skin, the fabric so sheer it might as well not even wear anything.
My fingers trace the edge of the glass in my hand, the ice inside clinking softly, Tonight’s crowd is bigger than usual. Men in tailored suits lean forward in their booths, their gazes hot and hungry, while a few women lounge on chaise lounges, their lips curled in amusement as they sip champagne.
Then he walks in.
I don’t see him at first. I feel him, the way the air shifts, the way the murmurs in the go a little bit quiet, My fingers tighten around the glass. When I finally let my gaze drift toward the back of the room, there he is, leaning against the wall near the private entrance, his broad shoulde
