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 lights.
No candles.
Only the city’s glow through distant windows—and the quiet click of the door locking behind her.
Her heels sank into the plush carpet.
She took a trembling breath. “Sir?”
Silence.
Her pulse thudded in her ears.
Then—bare feet across the floor.
A whisper of breath behind her.
A hand wrapped gently around her th
