The Velvet Trap

ooftop of the Radisson Blu, the breeze smelled like a me

the glass like he was trying to fi

men like that restless, quiet, lost in a

lifting my glass of red wine

h. I knew how to walk, how to pause before I spoke, how to

e until my shadow

asked, my voice low and ste

sharp like he was scanning me the way you'd scan

ake people loud. Like they're d

e. I was wearing a simple black silk dress, sleevel

was never shocked when I wasn't. That was

ere we are

are worth

e y

ile widen j

s who's

Then held out

it. "

lver-spoon men I'd met at fancy events. He didn't feel lik

e for some man who'd

trying to outrun the

s, small things. London.

but is really a slow dance two

o take a call, I let m

phone and opened a fi

jec

Kenech

s his legal and financial em

or maybe guilt ran throu

t him watching me fro

n't sm

her

aking me his assistant. The whispers followed me everywhere, but

ed from business to something heavier, something charged. Ken was strict and demanding, but sometimes his eyes s

nges in his mood. Slowly, a rhythm formed quiet, unspoken, close. We became a team, tied togethe