Apex Bloom
He stepped forward, his hands shaking, and held out a sleek martini glass filled with a deep, rich, ruby – coloured liquid.
"Your Velvet Orchard Martini," Brent mumbled, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on my stilettos. The memory of the bathroom floor was clearly burning a hole in his mind.
I took the glass, deliberately letting my fingertips brush against his trembling hand. I took a slow sip. The tart, rich sweetness coated my tongue.
"Perfect," I purred. I turned my back on him, letting the heavy silk of my gown pool around my ankles.
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