Kelvin POV

“Lyra, you look absolutely stunning in that dress tonight,” I said as I stepped closer to her in the crowded ballroom, my voice low enough that only she could hear it over the murmur of the guests and the soft jazz playing in the background.

I had been watching her all evening, the way she moved through the room like she owned every inch of it, which she pretty much did since this was her gala.

Her black gown hugged her curves tight, and I could already picture peeling it off her.

She turned toward me with a polite smile, her green eyes scanning my face as if...