The invitation was simple.

A blank envelope on her desk.

No return address. No signature.

Inside: a single black card with gold-embossed lettering.

“My penthouse. 10 p.m.

Come alone.

Leave your panties at home.”

No signature. No instructions.

But she already knew who sent it.

And what it meant.

⸻

Naomi hesitated outside the door for exactly four seconds.

Then she turned the knob and stepped inside.

Darkness swallowed her whole.

There were no ...