I Find Joy In Fucking Strangers (3)

Madelyn's POV

The convention center in downtown Chicago was a madhouse of noise and ambition and I’d come for a home goods trade fair — pretending I was scouting new suppliers for a fake small business I didn’t actually own. Truth was, I just wanted to be surrounded by strangers in suits and tight dresses, letting the energy of the place make me feel alive.

I was wearing a fitted navy blazer with nothing underneath, the deep V-neck showing plenty of cleavage, paired with a tight black pencil skirt that hugged my ass and stopped mid-thigh. My heels clicked against the floor as...