They arrived at a discreet building tucked between a jazz club and a rooftop garden. A discreet sign above the door read “The Velvet Lounge” . Inside, low chandeliers cast amber pools of light over plush velvet sofas, and a gentle haze of incense floated through the air.
Mia felt a delicious shiver run down her spine. “I’m ready,” she breathed back, her fingers lightly grazing the silk scarf she’d bought earlier, the soft fabric sliding between her thumb and forefinger. wwwsxyprn free
