The Rescue

Torin

She looked like every sinful fantasy I had spent ten years trying to bury six feet under, and I hated her for holding that kind of power over me.

My pulse hammered behind my ears the second she stepped into my line of sight. My fingers twitched with the urge to touch her, to tear that scrap of crimson silk off her skin and drag her out of the noise. Other women crowded around my VIP booth,