The humidity of the city clung to the glass walls of the penthouse, blurring the skyline into a smear of amber and violet. Inside, the air conditioner hummed a low, sterile tune, but it did nothing to cool the friction between the two people standing in the living room. Dorian stood by the mahogany sideboard, the ice in his crystal tumbler clinking as he swirled a finger of scotch.
He wore a charcoal dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing forearms corded with lean muscle and a heavy gold watch that marked the passing seconds of a silence that had lasted too long.
Lily sat on the edge of the velvet sofa, her fingers tracing the gold embroidery of the fabric. She wore a sundress of pale cream silk that clung to her hips and slid precariously low across her chest e
