The darke

ad continued on its usual course-full of power, charm, and a never-ending line of suitors, but Sebastian was different

was at a gala, where his piercing gaze would follow her across the room, or at a private business event where their paths seemed to cross

th anticipation and the tension between them had bui

l for a man of his stature-asking her to meet him at a private venue. The kind of place where o

waiting for this-this call, this invitation to step deeper into the web he had been weaving around h

crets were buried beneath polished floors and quiet rooms. Delilah knew it well-it was

, the type that screamed power and money. The interior was sleek, minimalist in design, with dark marble floors and low-hanging lights

sting a silhouette against the darkening sky. The city lights twinkled below him, but it was his presence that filled the room. The wa

s voice smooth, almost

his gaze, feeling the weight of hi

eaving hers. "I wasn't sure. You're a woman of many mysteries. And I h

dence unwavering. "And what do y

pelling. "I think I'll find everything I've been looking for," he said, his

eat of his body just inches from hers. There was no more pr

t her pulse was still racing. "What e

a jolt of electricity through her. "I want more than your body, Delilah," he said qui

lf, she felt a shiver run down her spine. It was like a dare-a cha

s so close now, so dangerously close that Delilah could hea

lie, but there was nothing. He was telling the truth, a

. "I want to show you something. Someth

ity piqued. "What do you think I'll

y in his expression. "I think you'll see