Chapter 58

• I leaned sideways on the chaise longue, a glass of wine resting heavy in my hand. Around me, the room buzzed with noise and chatter, but I was locked inside my own world detached, distant, dangerous.
• The strong liquor traced its path along my dark red lips, slipping down my slender neck, teasing beneath the collar of my dress. The heat it left behind stirred something fierce, wild, untamed inside me.
• Every eye in the room was fixed on me. Men hungry for more than just the show, their gazes hungry, hungry for a glimpse of the secret fire burning behind my cool facade. The cameraman pushed the lens closer, hungry to capture every flicker of that dangerous flame.