Riley's POV

The ride back to the penthouse was silent except for the hum of the engine and the sound of my heart hammering against my ribs. Brett sat beside me, his hand resting on my thigh, his thumb tracing small circles through the fabric of my dress.

Everything had changed tonight. I could feel it in the air between us, electric and dangerous.

"You realize what you've done," Brett said finally, his voice low.

"I stood up for myself." I kept my eyes on the city lights blurring past the ...