An hour later, I was standing with Nina outside of one of the high-end restaurants I frequently visited. Her mouth was parted as she stared up at the tall penthouse building with confusion.

“I thought we were going to a restaurant."

“We are," I chuckled. “It's at the top."

Placing my hand on the small of her back, I guided her inside and towards the elevator.

The little black dress she was wearing did nothing to contain the figure I couldn't stop thinking about. Instead, it left nothing to the imagination, and every time she swept her hair over her shoulder, I had the urge to take her.

The woman...