Short stories (like in haven)
She ran a hand through her silky brown hair and smiled.
Right behind her, Lilah stepped out. She wore a silver gown that clung to her body like a second skin. A high slit revealed her smooth thigh with every step. Her heels sparkled under the estate lights. Unlike Taslah, she wore no smile—only that calm, sultry look she always had, like she was bored but dangerous.
The two women didn’t knock.
They didn’t have to.
Inside, Damien was waiting.
He sat at the edge of his bed, shirtless, in nothing but dark lounge pants that sat low on his hips. The room smelled like spice, leather, and him.