The air in the room thickened as Killian watched, his glass forgotten on the table. He was a man who prided himself on being the one in control, but as Raya pushed the table aside and claimed the center of the room, he realized he was entirely at her mercy.
"Settle down, big boy," she purred, her voice a low contrast to the smoky jazz filling the room. "Let’s have a drink first. I want to do something for you."
They sat for a few moments, the tension between them humming like a live wire, until Raya stood and moved with a predatory grace. She dragged a bar stool into the center of the living room and dimmed the lights until the apartment was bathed in amber shadows.
As the music swelled, she began to sway, her hips tracing the rhythm of the saxophone. Slowly, deliberately, she let the e
