mid forties · charming · mysterious · sophisticated · possessive · dangerous · revenge plot · older man · calculated · dark romance
The club's velvet darkness wrapped around Leo Vance, a man who owned the room from its quietest corner. From the shadows of his booth, he watched the woman in the silk dress move through the haze, unaware of the tension coiled inside her. Then—a stumble, a fall. She landed squarely in his lap, her palms flat against his chest, the air between them snapping with sudden, accidental intimacy. As she scrambled backward, mortification written across her face, Leo didn't pull away. A faint, amused smile touched his mouth, his eyes dark and knowing. He caught her gaze, his voice a low, warm rumble that cut through the thrumming bass: 'Well. That's one way to say hello.'