บททั้งหมดของ Tangled in Silk: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 7

Chapter 2: The Rules of HeatThe bedroom was quiet.Too quiet.I closed the door behind me and stood in front of the full-length mirror, holding the box like it might bite me. My reflection stared back eyes wild, chest rising and falling like I’d run a mile. The red lace inside the box looked like sin wrapped in confidence. It whispered: You know you want this.And maybe I did.I slipped out of my dress slowly. Each movement felt more forbidden than the last. My zipper echoed in the stillness like the sound of rules being broken. I peeled the silk from my skin and slid the lingerie on each strap, each clasp, each lace panel pressing against my curves like a promise.The bra was a perfect fit. Too perfect. The panties sat low on my hips, the scalloped edge teasing the dip of my thighs. I’d never felt so naked while being technically dressed.I walked back into the suite barefoot, heart pounding in places I didn’t know had a pulse.Dominic stood by the window, back turned, a glass of so

Chapter 4: The Elevator SceneThe elevator was full.Too full.Eight people stood between me and Dominic, including Camilla from reception, three department heads, and two junior analysts who pretended not to exist when executives were around.The metal doors slid shut, and I was pressed against the far wall. Dominic stood by the panel, hands in his pockets, face blank. A casual observer would never guess what we’d done barely twenty minutes ago in a soundproof office built for sin.But I knew.My body still ached in the best way. My underwear stuck damp against my skin, and every bump of the elevator made it worse.I tried not to look at him.Failed.His eyes flicked to mine once. Just once. And in that half-second, everything ignited.A muscle flexed in his jaw. That was all.But it was enough.Halfway to the ground floor, the elevator jolted. A soft mechanical hum stalled.The lights flickered.Everyone shifted awkwardly, nervous laughter bubbling up from the back.“We’re stopping?

Chapter 6: The Jealous KissI didn’t plan on meeting Rafael Santiago that night.But fate, tequila, and a red dress had other plans.The company gala was held at a glass-walled rooftop ballroom in downtown Manhattan. Black ties, champagne towers, strings of diamonds, and secrets hidden in silk. I wore a crimson slit dress that hugged my hips like a second skin. My hair was swept back, my heels were too high, and every eye followed me when I walked in.Including his.Dominic stood near the bar in a black tuxedo, talking to a board member. He didn’t approach. He didn’t wave.But his stare burned into me like a promise.And then Rafael walked up.Tall. Bronze-skinned. With a Spanish accent that could melt glaciers and a smile like sin.“Lana Lane,” he said, offering his hand with a sly grin. “Dominic’s intern, yes?”“I’m not an intern,” I replied.He chuckled. “Even better.”We talked. We danced. He flirted in ways Dominic never would—open, easy, playful. The kind of man who’d take you t