The booth door clicked shut behind us, muffling the bass thrum of music, the laughter, the clink of glasses. Out there was chaos and temptation; in here, only shadows and him. My heart pounded so hard that it felt like my pulse was in my throat… and it was.

The anticipation was killing me.

Roman lounged back against the velvet seat, legs spread, that dark, knowing gaze fixed on me like he was waiting… no, daring me. The red light washed over him, over the sharp cut of his jaw, the heat in ...