"Girl, you would not believe this place," I drawled into the hotel phone, sprawled across the art deco couch that probably cost more than my entire apartment. "It's like I walked straight into an episode of Dynasty, but better."
Lora's laugh crackled through the line. "Okay, but seriously – why would some millionaire want you for a whole week? No offense."
I twirled Dante's American Express card between my fingers, the gold catching the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. "Because I'm the best money can buy, obviously." I paused, then added, "Plus, I think he might be trying to get back at his girlfriend. You should've heard the fight they had this morning."
"Three grand though? You could've gotten way more."
I thought about Dante's plans for Morse Industries, abou
