He was leaning against the railing by the infinity pool, the city lights reflecting off his broad shoulders. Dark suit, no tie. A watch that cost more than her apartment. When he turned, his eyes found hers immediately, as if he’d been waiting.
They moved away from the cabana, into the center of the dimly lit terrace. His hand settled on the small of her back, low and possessive. The other cupped her jaw, tilting her face up. He was a head taller, built like a runner who’d learned to fight. His thumb traced her lower lip. Blacked - Sybil - VIP Treatment
The invitation arrived on cream-colored paper, embossed with a single word: Indulge. He was leaning against the railing by the