Chapter 1: Sparks in the Spotlight
Evellyn adjusted the plunging neckline of her crimson dress, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. The SLB end-of-year gala was in full swing, a glittering affair of champagne flutes and corporate facades. Her husband, Mark, was somewhere in the crowd, probably schmoozing with the higher-ups, oblivious to the restless fire simmering in her veins. She was tired of playing the perfect wife, tired of the mundane. Tonight, she wanted danger.
Her eyes scanned the room, landing on him—Damian, the new guy from marketing. Six-foot-three, broad-shouldered, with a smirk that could melt steel. He leaned against the bar, a whiskey glass in hand, his gaze already locked on her. Evellyn felt a thrill race down her spine. She knew the rumors about him, the whispers of his... endowment. And damn if she wasn’t curious.
She sauntered over, hips swaying with purpose, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Damian’s smirk widened as she approached, his dark eyes drinking her in. 'Well, damn, Evellyn,' he drawled, voice low and rough. 'You look like trouble wrapped in sin. Does Mark know you’re prowling tonight?'
Evellyn laughed, sharp and unapologetic, leaning against the bar beside him. 'Mark’s too busy kissing ass to notice. And I’m not prowling, Damian. I’m hunting.' Her gaze flicked down his body, deliberate and bold. 'Question is, are you game?'
Damian’s chuckle was a low rumble, sending heat pooling in her core. 'Oh, sweetheart, I’m more than game. But you sure you can handle the stakes? I don’t play nice.'
She stepped closer, her breath brushing his ear as she whispered, 'Good. I don’t want nice. I want reckless.' Her fingers grazed his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his tailored shirt. 'So, what’s it gonna be? You gonna stand here talking, or are you gonna show me what all the fuss is about?'
Damian’s eyes darkened, a predatory glint flashing through them. He set his glass down with a deliberate clink, his hand finding the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. She could feel the heat of him, the promise of something wild and untamed. 'Careful what you wish for, Evellyn. I don’t do half-measures. Once we start, there’s no turning back.'
Her lips curled into a wicked smile, her body already buzzing with anticipation. 'Then don’t make me wait.' She tilted her head toward the shadowed hallway leading to the private offices. 'Unless you’re all talk.'
He didn’t hesitate. Grabbing her hand, he led her through the crowd, the noise of the party fading as they slipped into the dimly lit corridor. The air crackled between them, electric and hungry. He pushed her against the wall just out of sight, his hands roaming her hips, her ass, as her breath hitched. 'Fuck, you’re trouble,' he growled, his mouth crashing into hers, all heat and demand.
Evellyn kissed him back just as fiercely, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body arching into his. She could feel him, hard and insistent against her thigh, and it made her wet, dripping with need. 'Shut up and prove it,' she panted, her voice a challenge as her hands slid down to his belt, tugging with impatience. Tonight, she was taking what she wanted—and she wanted all of him.
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