Jaxon
I swipe the magnetic card, and the door opens with a soft click. Stepping aside, I allow Mia to enter the hotel room first. She walks with a graceful, assured pace, her elegance undiminished as she shrugs off her white fur coat, letting it cascade onto the sofa in a soft heap.
As I follow her in, I close the door with a quiet thud and immediately start loosening my bow tie, feeling the relief as I unbutton the top buttons of my crisp white shirt. My eyes are drawn to Mia, captivating in that stunning dress that had held my attention all evening. The dress clung to her in all the right places, an exquisite piece that had not only mesmerized me but seemed to have ensnared the gaze of every man at the auction.
She stands up straight, her posture rigid, before passing a hand over her
