Page 1 of Venomous Kiss

PROLOGUE

LILITH

Dear Diary,

Tonight, I saw him, and I think he saw me too…

xox

I hate my job, hate it. If I could quit, I would.

I drum my nails on the bar as I sit there, drinking straight vodka. My husband tells me it’s not very ladylike and I should have some type of soda with it.

My lips curl at the simple thought of that.

Ladylike.

Fuck him and his ladylike bullshit.

“Two whiskeys.”

I turn to the sound of that voice. I’ve seen him a lot. His deep, gravelly voice hits my ears as he leans against the bar, only inches separating his arm and mine, which is still resting near the glass of vodka I’m nursing.

This is the first time I’ve been this close to him. Lifting my drink to my lips, I watch as he picks up both glasses and walks back to the seating area, not once glancing in my direction, dressed in a black pinstripe suit, hair messy, and eyes that could read your soul.

While I have never looked directly into those eyes, I watch the people around him and how they look at him.

They all seem to worship him if he gives them even a hint of attention.

I would probably, too. Actually, maybe I’d have him do the worshiping.

A small smile touches my lips. It’s something my husband sucks at.

I’ve never really known what I want to do with my life, but I’ve always known it’s not what I am doing right now.

Being a wife, an employee to a boss who couldn’t care less about his staff?

I’d rather slit his throat than work another day.

Bad thoughts…

Bad thoughts…

I have to remind myself that it is not normal.

Wishing someone’s death is not normal.

“Another?” the bartender asks.

I shake my head. I have to go home now. My husband will be expecting me.

So, why does my stomach pitch with dread at having to leave this bar and walk into that sterile, pristine hellhole?

I stand, my heels touch the tiled floor, and when I turn, I find those eyes staring at me from where he sits, even as the person in front of him keeps talking and gesturing with his hands. He watches me with a penetrating gaze, quietly sipping his whiskey as I walk toward the door, and it’s unsettling in the best way.

My heels pause, and I wonder, what does he see?

He smirks, and as he does, I grimace before I turn and walk out.