Isla’s POV

I stood in front of a door with no sign, no label. Just a single red light glowing softly above it, like a warning… or an invitation.

My dress clung to my body—a scarlet silk slip chosen per Damian’s command. No bra. No panties. Just silk on bare skin. The air outside was cool, but my body was already flushed with anticipation.

He hadn’t touched me since I signed the contract. Three days had passed.

Three days of silence.

Three days of thinking I’d imagined ...