Page 2 of Chandelier Sin
My stature and dark hair, and hands adorned with tattoos, often stirred curiosity in others.
I knew she was equally fascinated with me.
But then she turned away and was gone.
I trailed her into a vacant bar. On the other side of the room, I noted another doorway. It led to a part of the club I’d not explored yet.
Then, I caught the glimmer of light down a short stairwell.
Approaching the top, I peered into the dimness below. Paneled wood walls supported metal racks holding countless bottles, all resting on their sides.
She’d led me to their wine cellar.
Now that was worth celebrating.
An arctic chill reached me from the climate-controlled vault and made me shiver. Descending, I paused on the last step whenshecame into view.
She stood completely still looking back at me.
In the soft glow of the backlit setting, her feathered crown transformed into a halo. Her delicate fingers were provocatively wrapped around the neck of a Jeroboam of Dom Pérignon.
“Excellent choice,” I said, descending the final steps.
“I think so,” she said, her tone seductive.
“Is he worth a Jeroboam?”
“Debatable,” she replied, with an air of mischief.
That made me smile. “Unless it’s for you.”
“My taste runs darker.”
Her teasing had my dick hardening for her, even though I could see by her wedding band that she was married.
“How dark, exactly?” I tucked my hands into my pockets.
“And to think we’ve only just met.”
Her engagement ring held an orange diamond. Her husband had marked her with that rare stone.
“Would you like my jacket?” I asked. “It’s freezing in here.”
“Excuse me, please.” She waved the bottle to get me to move, as though that vintage wasn’t worth a fortune.
I glanced past her. “Looks like you’ve been keeping this gem a secret?”
Amused, she raised her chin. “You don’t know who I am?”
I moved closer, eager to see her in the light.
I was taller, but not by much. Her stilettoes lent her height. Her scent of citrus layered with cedar and cinnamon evoked a fantasy of endless nights rolling between satin sheets.
Now that I was closer, I could see her startling beauty vaguely hidden behind her mask.
“Atticus.” She uttered my name with respect.
“Let me guess, my reputation precedes me.”
