Chapter 31 Under The Table

The restaurant was draped in candlelight and soft jazz, crystal chandeliers overhead casting golden warmth on tailored suits and backless dresses. A private dining room. A circle of powerful men and women—CEOs, investors, and socialites. And Adrian Blackwood at the head of the table. Sienna sat to his right, radiant in a sleek black evening gown with a slit that kissed the top of her thigh. Her skin glowed. Her legs were crossed. And beneath it all—she wore nothing.