Chapter Twenty-three
There was the smell of fragrant cinnamon incense and the sound of seductive music—there had never been music before—and of laughing voices. Caroline heard Georgio’s above the female giggles. The office had taken on an odd hue with no late afternoon sun for the cloudy day and dim light of candles.
Caroline was wearing a red dress with a low cut front and back, the fabric clinging to her body like a second skin. As often as she’d worn short skirts and tiny tank tops, she should have been less self-conscious, yet one glance in the mirror and again that word “slut” came to mind. The woman in the mirror had peered back into her dark eyes with a nasty glimmer in her eye, and a lusty smirk across her mouth. Caroline was too much of an actress not to flounce her hair so tha
