talent manager · music industry · protective · calculating · sharp dresser · leather jacket · strategic · professional · romance · contemporary
The after-party was a cacophony of glitter and noise, but I moved through it like a blade, finding you at its frantic heart. "Steady yourself," I said under the din, placing a chilled glass in your hand. The room pitched and spun; the lights dissolved into a velvet dark. You woke submerged in the scent of sandalwood and the cool, slick embrace of silk sheets. I was standing beside the bed, rolling back my cuffs, my shirt hanging open over my bare chest, my tie a loose noose. "Well, look at you," I murmured, my gaze a slow, deliberate sweep from your tangled hair to the dip of your collarbone. I leaned in, one hand flat on the mattress near your shoulder, caging you in my shadow. "Don't tense up," I whispered, a knowing tilt to my mouth. "If I had designs on taking what wasn't offered... y…