Page 6 of Velvet Secrets

The blazer she wore framed her perfectly and her breasts sat high—untouched by gravity. No bra, no jewelry, nothing to distract you from the fact thatshewas the display. She was art, and unlike most, she knew it. She owned it. Her confidence is what made my eyes linger the most. She wasn’t a woman that was looking for attention—she expected it.

“Did you come to watch tonight, Sin?” she finally asked after a few minutes of silence. “Or were you thinking of participating?”

“Depends.” I smirked.

“On what?”

“On who I’m participating with.” I watched her for a second. “Because if it’s not you, I’m not interested.”

“Well, Sin, that’s a shame.” She smirked, turning in her chair as if she was about to get on the move. “Because I’m not available. Golden rule, remember? But don’t worry—there are more than a few people here that would be willing to show you a good time.”

She stood, and I followed suit because I wasn’t quite ready for our exchange to end. I closed a little of the distance between us—careful not to crowd her or have her feeling threatened.

“I’m sure they would, but they’re not the reason I’m here.” I took another small step forward. “And they wouldn’t be the reason I stayed.” I peered down at her before continuing. “You’ve built this world around you and made yourself untouchable, I get that, but please don’t mistake me for someone who’s going to walk away because you’ve built walls. I don’t scare easily and I damn sure don’t follow rules that I didn’t agree to, beautiful.” I lifted her chin with my index finger, brushing the pad of my thumb across her lips and she surprisingly allowed it. “So go ahead and play your untouchable game. It’s cute. Butsooner than later, we’re going to collide again. And when we do…” I leaned down; my lips extremely close to hers but I was careful not to kiss her. “You’ll wish you hadn’t made it so easy for me to find a way in.”

I walked away leaving her standing there. The plan was for me to exit but a couple disappearing down behind some curtains caught my attention. In that moment I decided to give myself a tour of her place.What stood out as I journeyed through the club was that the luxury whispered, it didn’t scream.It didn’t have to.Everything was intentional.

Along the walls of the hallway was curated art—black and whitesilhouettes, hints of skin, mouths parted in ecstasy. Every picturesuggestedmore than what it revealed.

I passed a private lounge where sheer curtainsveiled what looked like plush seating and bodies pressed close together. There were no masks in there like in theloungearea I came from.No one looked hurried. They were there to be seen.To watch. To indulge.

There was a couplenear a smoked glass window, their hands roaming each other’s bodies,mouthsnot touching, eyes wide open.Exhibitionism.They were putting on a show for a few on lookers that I’d noticed not too far away.

I continued my tour, making sure to pay close attention to each hallway, every subtle detail, before eventually finding an office.

Her office.

A steel door.

Gold handle.

Etched glass.

Inside a pair offloor lamps with slim black stems and gold domes stood inopposite corners casting a golden glow and giving the room a quiet elegance.I took note of thesleek, matte blackstatues of human forms on her desk. Neither had faces,just curves and carved tension in their poses.Art also aligned her walls, similar to what I’d seen throughout the club.

A hand dragging over a bare back.

The curve of a throat, mouth parted in ecstasy.

A single silhouette of a woman with one of her legs slightly lifted and both arms in the air—a physique dangerously similar to hers.

I’d just walked up to a book shelf in the center of the back wall when her sultry voice cut through the silence.

“Do you make a habit out of letting yourself into places that you aren’t welcomed?”

“Is that you?” I ignored her question and pointed to the large, framed photo of the physique?

“No.” She lied.

She answered too quickly and unlike all of the other things she’d said tonight, there was no confidence in her words.

“Shame.” I said instead of calling her out on her lies. “Because if it was…”

“Sin…” She eased her body between me and the bookshelf when I reached for one of her books, pulling my hand down. “Why are you in here?”

The particular book didn’t have a name on the spine like the rest of them and it was the shortest one of the stack it was resting against. I was already curious about it because it looked out of place considering that everything in her office was very organized and intentional, but her reaction and attempt to stop me from grabbing it really had me intrigued.

With my eyes still heavily trained on her, I reached for the book again. She allowed it this time, but she continued glaring at me. A soft click followed me pulling the book then the faint groan of a shifting panel.

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