TANYA’S POV
The black sequin dress accentuated my curves as I stood before the mirror, my palms gliding against my thighs as I posed. I couldn't help but wonder where he wanted to take me, and he provided no detail or explanation.
What a brute.
My fingers were in my hair, a nervous habit, twisting a rogue curl around my index finger as the doorknob clicked. My breath hitched.
It was too soon. I wasn't ready. But ready or not, the door swung open, revealing a man in a sharp black suit standing in the doorway.
"Sir Rodrigo instructed me to come get you, ma'am," he stated matter-of-factly.
“Do you know where we're going?” I asked, applying lipstick.
He paused, the silence stretching uncomfortably between us. His stare, sharp and calculating, scanned me from head to toe before settlin
