Chapter 21 Sinful Strangers (1)

The lounge was a haze of dim lights and sultry jazz, the kind of place where secrets lingered in the shadows and desires slipped free from their cages. Elena leaned against the bar, her martini glass cool against her lips, the sharp bite of gin cutting through the boredom that had settled over her like a second skin. At 32, she was a vision—brunette locks cascading over her shoulders, her body sculpted from late-night gym sessions that left her toned and tight in all the right places. The black dress she wore hugged her like a lover, clinging to her curves, the fabric stretching over her firm ass and perky tits, daring anyone to look away. She was restless, her hazel eyes scanning the room for something—or someone—to ignite the spark she craved. That’s when she saw him.