Riley’s phone buzzed at 10:47 p.m. Dad’s text: Forgot my laptop on my desk. Can you grab it? Building’s open till 11. Security knows you. Thanks, kid.
She rolled her eyes but got up anyway. Threw on the short black dress she’d worn earlier “just because”—tight through the hips, low neck, hem barely covering her ass. No bra. Thin black thong. Hair loose down her back. Grabbed her keys and drove to the glass tower downtown.
Security waved her through the lobby like she owned the place. Elevator ride up to the 42nd floor was quiet—only the soft ding when the doors opened. The executive wing was dark except for the corner suite. Glass walls. City lights glittering far below like fallen stars.
Victor Kane was still there.
He sat behind the massive desk—shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, ti
