12By the time I’d eaten, showered, dressed, and done the minimal amount of primping required, I’d missed a call from Gideon. Spying his name lit up in vibrant blue on my phone, my heart did an anxious jump, a cross between apprehension and thrill. My fingers shook as I entered my lock code to retrieve the voicemail.
“Tonight at 6:00 p.m.” His recorded voice told me. His slightly growly, deep voice that made my pulse speed up against my will every time. “At Elysium. A dinner meeting in our room. Don’t be late.” That was it. He didn’t say anything else. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected.
Sliding hangers across the closet rod, I searched for just the right look and found it. It was an astounding, one-of-a-kind design created by Gigi a few months back specifically for me. The frothy skirt was
