Chapter 1
Liam’s POV.
The gala was all fake smiles and expensive booze, but my eyes kept dragging back to her—boss’s wife, Victoria, in that tight black dress that hugged every curve like it was painted on.
She was laughing at something some suit said, but then her gaze flicked to me across the room and locked. A slow, filthy little smirk tugged at her lips, the kind that said she knew exactly what she was doing.
I was just the ambitious intern grinding through reports at 2 a.m., but f**k, the way she tilted her head and let her tongue wet her bottom lip while her husband’s back was turned?
My c**k twitched hard in my slacks.
I grabbed another whiskey and worked my way closer, heart hammering. “Mrs. Hargrove,” I said, voice low so only she could hear over the music.
“You look li
