Chapter 5

The scent of roasted beef and red wine lingered in the air, mingling with the faintest hint of my perfume, something floral, delicate, the kind of fragrance that made Ken’s fingers twitch with the need to ruin it all.

I sat across from him, my hands folded neatly in my lap, but my eyes betrayed me. They flicked to his for the briefest second, dark and hungry, before darting away again. That was all the invitation he needed.

Ken’s gaze locked onto mine, unblinking, Now. His ...