The hotel suite was designed for power.
Everything was marble, glass, and quiet money. The lights from the city poured through the tall windows, bleeding silver across the white sheets of the king-size bed.
She stood at the mirror in nothing but a silk robe, tying her hair loosely at the back of her neck. Her four bodyguards were outside the suite door, waiting like good soldiers. But she knew what simmered beneath their control now. The hunger from last night hadn’t faded. It had multiplied.
She walked to the door and opened it without a word.
They all turned immediately, their postures snapping straight. She didn’t need to give them permission to follow. They entered the suite like they belonged to her already.
The robe slipped slightly at her shoulder, and she didn’t fix it.
“Lock
