After Ryan left, Mirabella followed Hunter as he strode towards the other side of the club. He didn’t give her a chance to breathe or even pause to collect herself after Ryan stood and left, his palm was steady on the small of her back, guiding her through the dim corridors of the club until they stepped into the private elevator. The ride was silent except for the faint hum of the machine. She leaned against the wall, staring at the glowing numbers climb, while Hunter’s eyes remained trained on her like a man trying to memorize a painting.
When the elevator dinged, he stepped out first. She followed, her gaze sweeping across the luxurious floor they had arrived at. He led her through the corridor that smelled faintly of leather and expensive cologne until they came to the wide door of h
