CHAPTER 13
VIOLET
I got to feel? How could a girl pass up an open invitation like that? I started at the top, running my fingers through longish hair, messy rather than stylish. What colour was it? In my head, I pictured Grand as dark, much like the club itself, but he could just as easily have been blond. My thumbs brushed over faint lines on his forehead. Stress or age? He didn’t sound old, but he obviously had experience.
Gently, I cupped his cheeks in my palms and leaned forward to kiss him again before I went any further. Already, it felt normal. A little too right. Trent popped into my head, dragging guilt and regret along with him because he was the man I’d wanted to do this with. But I couldn’t let him overshadow tonight. A mysterious stranger was doing me a big favour—possibly
