Mistaking The Ruthless CEO For An Escort

st vibrate in the air; it rattled against Ava Kidd's r

ers wrapped so tightly around her fourth shot o

battery acid, but the physical pain was a welcome d

from inside her open p

re

o pull in air. Maybe I should just do what Lorelei always accuses me of, she thought bitterly. Find som

it shut, the harsh smack of leather and metal barely audible over the de

-blue martini across the counter

i suit at the corner booth," the

corner booth. Her stomach tw

y with the back of her h

onto the lap of her cheap, black silk dress. The cold w

ttered, her voice

lf to stand. The moment her weight shifted onto

stumbled sideways, her shoulder slamming hard

sweetheart," a gr

her. Their eyes dragged up and down her ruined dress like she was an item

antic rhythm against her sternum. She tried

rab her waist, a figur

The Elysium hotel staff. His broad shoulders com

he reached out, the club's strobe lights caught the heavy gleam of a solid gold Rolex on his wrist-a watch that cost more than his en

mess. The word quieter echoed

me to Lorelei. She

a slow, h

eered her away from the flashing strobe lights and the suffocating crush of

t Ava. Their eyes dripped with disgust, clearly assuming she was just a

re. She just

ico pulled a sleek, unmarked black card from

en. The doors slid op

he doors closed, she vaguely noticed him pulling out his phone,

felt good against her flushed skin. She watched the floor numb

nge level. It kept going. Up, up, u

ck, sound-absorbing Persian carpet. The sile

ging her down the long corridor. They stoppe

tongue heavy. She tried to pull

o a security camera. He exhaled a shaky breath, swiped the black ca

ctronic ch

ay. Before she could turn around, he

d her. The deadbolt clicked into

er pinching heels, her bare feet sinking into

oice sounded small, swallowed

neon glow of the Manhattan skyline filtering t

or a light switch. Her fingers brushed against s

with a muffled thud. It didn't br

throat felt like sand

hallway. The air here was different. It didn't smell like a h

l, the sound of running

thought, her drunk brain struggli

y open door at the end of the hall. She

into a wall of solid,

e scent of cedar and raw, aggressiv

vely flying up to grab onto the