Triangle of Desire

d of eyes that followed her every move, hungry and curious. The Black Orchid gala was the kind of place where the elite

light. The thigh-high slit teased just enough to invite danger, while the plunging neckline was a silent dare. H

t hammered a little harder when she

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ckless promise. Leaning against the bar with that dangerous smirk, he looked e

approached, voice low and rough.

ising her glass. "Y

aid, eyes neve

ameras-they all faded behind the electric tension pulsing between them. It was a dange