The penthouse party was a blur of champagne flutes and pulsing bass, but I was bored out of my mind. Rich assholes in tailored suits droned on about stocks, their hands grazing my ass like I was part of the decor. I slipped away, needing air, needing something real to jolt me awake.
The rooftop door creaked as I pushed through, the city skyline sprawling below, glittering through a haze of rain. Thunder rumbled, the air heavy with ozone and wet concrete. My silk dress clung to my skin, already damp, the storm’s breath kissing my bare shoulders.
I wasn’t alone. A stranger—Dax, he’d said earlier, his voice rough over the music—leaned against the railing, his dark hair slick with rain. His shirt stuck to his chest, outlining hard muscle, and his eyes locked on me, hungry, like he’d been wai
