Perfect Seduction

Prologue - The Heat Before the Fire
The music pulsed like a heartbeat-slow, sultry, magnetic.
In the dark velvet of La Cueva Roja, the underground tango bar beneath the city's governor's mansion, bodies moved like smoke. Every sway, every turn, every breath was choreographed with an intimacy that bordered on madness.
And then she walked in.
Selena Castro.

The governor's daughter. The forbidden flame.

Her red silk dress kissed the floor with every step, slit high enough to scandalize a saint. Eyes followed her, men held their breath, and women readied their jealousy.

But she only looked at one man.

Andrew Alexander.

Billionaire. Business wolf. The tycoon who bought silence with a look and war with a signature.

He was there for power.

She was there for escape.

Neither of them expected the dance.

Neither of them expected fire.

Yet in that room scented with rum, sweat, and secrets, when her hand reached for his, and his fingers curled around her waist-

the world paused.

The music didn't.

It screamed through them.

And that's where everything began.

With a look.

With a step.

With a perfect seduction.