As Matilda stepped into the opulent suite, her eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim lighting. The room exuded an air of refined luxury, with plush velvet curtains and antique furniture that spoke of old money and influence.
Malachi Vex rose from his high-backed chair, a disarming smile playing on his lips. He was impeccably dressed in a tailored suit that accentuated his tall, lean frame. His violet eyes gleamed with an intensity that both attracted and unnerved.
"Lady Matilda," he purred, his voice smooth as silk. "A vision as always. Please, make yourself comfortable." He gestured to an elegant chaise lounge across from him.
Matilda gracefully took her seat, her emerald dress pooling around her. She met Malachi's gaze with a cool confidence of her own. "Mr. Vex," she replied, her tone polite but guarded. "I must admit, I was intrigued by your invitation."
