The vineyard stretched endlessly under the starlit sky, rows of grapevines casting shadows in the moonlight. Tessa’s heels sank slightly into the earth as she wandered away from the gala, her champagne flute dangling loosely in her hand. Her boyfriend, Ethan, was back at the estate house, networking with colleagues, his attention fixed on climbing the corporate ladder. He hadn’t noticed her slip away, her silk dress shimm...

The air in the hotel bar was thick with the scent of bourbon and forbidden possibilities. Elise sipped her martini, her crimson dress clinging to her curves like a lover’s whisper. Her boyfriend, Mark, was back home, probably sprawled on the couch, oblivious to the fire stirring in her tonight. She’d told him she was at a work conference, a half-truth that let her slip away to this dimly lit haven where her desires could...