The sound of Daniella's heels echoed through the silent hallway of the building, each step marking the rhythm of her anxiety and excitement. The tight black dress hugged her curves like a second skin. The side slit revealed a subtle provocation with each movement of her bare legs. Under the fabric, nothing. No panties, no bra. Just skin. Heat. Desire.

When the loft door opened, she was met by a different kind of heat—not from the room, but from his gaze. Samuel stood there, holding a wine ...