I stood in front of their penthouse door, heart racing like a schoolgirl on the edge of her first kiss. Only this wasn’t a kiss. This was a step into something darker, deeper—something that had already left its mark on my skin and psyche.
When Vivian opened the door, barefoot and draped in a crimson satin robe that slid off one shoulder, I nearly forgot how to speak.
“Come in, baby,” she said with a smile that wasn’t innocent at all.
I stepped inside. The lights were dim, scented candles flickered in elegant holders, casting golden shadows over the high-ceilinged room. Soft music played—a sultry jazz tune I couldn’t name but suddenly felt in my bones. It was all designed to seduce… and it was working.
“You’re nervous,” she murmured as she helped me out of my coat.
“I’ve never done any
