My name is Olivia James. I’m 30, flirty, and—well—trying.
Owning a coffee shop with my best friend keeps my life predictable.
That is, until I join an exclusive virtual community where profile pictures aren’t allowed.
Then I meet him.
Nathaniel Martens.
Driven by curiosity (and, let’s be honest, a few reckless impulses), I agree to meet him.
The catch? We won’t see each other’s faces.
A dark room, he calls it.
No lights. No phones. No distractions.
We leave separately, twenty minutes apart, as if nothing ever happened.
Kinky. Tempting. Possibly the worst decision of my life.
