Chapter 6

The air on the rooftop was thick, heavy with the scent of expensive perfume, salt from the nearby ocean, and the metallic tang of anticipation. Below us, the city sprawled out like a circuit board of gold and white, a thousand lights blinking in the distance, but up here, in the private cabana of the luxury hotel, the world had shrunk down to the size of the plush white rug beneath my knees and the broad expanse of his back waiting for me. The pool was behind us, the water still and dark as ink, but I didn’t care about the view. My eyes were locked on him, on the way his shirt clung to his shoulders, damp with sweat from the evening’s dancing. He stood there, adjusting his cufflinks, looking every bit the composed, powerful man he was in the boardroom, yet there was a hunger in his gaze that made my skin prickle. "Come here, baby girl," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in my chest. I moved on instinct, my bare feet silent against the heated stone tiles. The wind whipped around the cabana, cooling the sweat on my neck, but inside me, a