Chapter Eighteen
I wake up from the most inappropriate dream about Nero. I was nude on the desk in my new office, and he was covering me in oil while talking about the stock market and—
Wait a second, what’s with the loud noise? Is it the roar of motors?
Opening my eyes, I frantically look around.
I’m strapped to a seat next to Nero with giant headphones over my head.
Of course.
I’m inside Nero’s helicopter.
Is he trying to Fifty Shades impress me again?
Looking at my boss, I press the prerequisite button on the headset and ask, “What happened? How did I get here?”
“You passed out,” Nero says without turning away from the breathtaking view of the New York Harbor below us. “Isis was nearby, so I asked her to give you a restful sleep.”
I examine myself.
Okay, so I feel better, but
