The elevator whispered as it glided upward like a secret, the smooth hum beneath my heels somehow louder than the drumbeat of my heart. I stood beside Kyl Ronald, my pulse a wildfire, my hands clenched around the gold chain of my purse. His scent invaded the tiny space: warm spice, smoke, and something uniquely male. Dominant. Expensive. Dangerous.
I stared ahead, watching our reflections blur in the mirror-paneled walls. His hand never touched me, but I felt him. Felt his attention like heat, dragging over the curve of my hip, the slope of my shoulder. He had made me change from my skimpy black dress into a white towel on our way to his penthouse, saying he liked his pets with a towel wrapped around them like a gift for him to unwrap. My towel-clad body still tingled from earlier, from t
