SILENT SINS
The tenth pair entered last.
“I’m Noah,” the man said. Mid-twenties, mixed heritage—warm brown skin, sharp jaw, calm eyes. “This is Selene.”
Selene was the one who shifted the air. Tall, olive-skinned, long dark hair that fell past her shoulders, a body that moved like she knew exactly how to be looked at. Her smile was slow and deliberate—seductive without trying too hard. When she spoke, her voice was low and smooth.
“We’ve done private arrangements before,” she said. “We like being watched by people who know what they want.”