Velvet Nights

PROLOGUE

The city glittered beneath her, a thousand windows burning like stars against the velvet sky. Elena Carter stood at the edge of the rooftop terrace, glass of champagne in hand, every inch the woman people believed her to be — sleek, untouchable, in control.

But the truth was in her pulse. Quick she wanted. She told herself she was content.

Then she felt it. That gaze.

It found her before she saw him, a prickle of awareness low in her spine. When she turned, her eyes locked onto a stranger across the bar. Broad-shouldered, black suit cut to perfection, presence commanding enough that the crowd seemed to bend around him. Adrian Blackwell. She knew the name — whispered in boardrooms, printed in glossy profiles, spoken with equal parts admiration and wariness.

His eyes held hers. Dark, piercing, and… knowing. As if he could see through the armor she wore.

The world did not pause, but it shifted. Music throbbed, laughter swelled, and Elena’s polished exterior faltered for the briefest heartbeat.

Something told her that if she let this man close, her carefully ordered life would never be the same.

And the part of her she kept buried — the part that longed to surrender, to burn — whispered back: Good.