Chapter 6: Pay Me with Your Body
Chapter 6 – Pay Me with Your Body
The elevator kept rising. Smooth. Silent. Not even a hum.
Naomi leaned against the mirror-paneled wall, arms crossed loosely over her chest, trying not to stare too hard at the man standing beside her.
Lux Vaelthorn.
What a name.
What a... presence.
He stood there like the world owed him something. But not in the arrogant, chest-puffed, entitled way Carson did. No. Lux looked like he already collected what the world owed him. Spent it. Burned the receipt. And now he was just cruising through existence in a caffeine haze, daring anyone to ask questions.
He wasn’t dressed like a peasant. Obviously. Tailored slacks, shoes that looked custom-fit even if scuffed, and that half-untucked shirt that was doing criminal things to her concentration. He carried himself like an exiled prince who decided thrones were boring and settled for financial war instead.
Handsome? Oh gods, yes.
Like model-handsome. Dangerously so.
That kind of sharp, knife-edged bone structure that looked like it’d been sculpted during a divine budget crisis. His black hair was tousled and a little damp from heat. The kind of mess that made it look like he’d just gotten out of bed—probably someone else’s.