The New Plan

An hour later, she was in his penthouse. The lights of the skyline bled through floor-to-ceiling windows. Her back hit the cool glass as his hands explored the hem of her dress. He was deliberate. Patient. Every touch was a command, not a request.

“You look like someone who’s used to being in charge,” he said, his voice a low rumble.

This was something new.

Jazmin scrolled through her phone one last time, her thumb hovering over the confirmation button. Across the dimly lit hotel bar, she saw him. The man from the profile. He wasn't what she usually went for—older, broader, with a quiet confidence that filled the empty stool next to him before she even sat down.