Lena
I crossed my legs, trying to look composed, but I was failing terribly at it. What did the girls even do at private sessions, anyway?
I might never have had one, but I knew for certain they didn’t sit and talk like they were on a date.
He poured himself a drink, then one for me, and slid the glass across the table. “Here…”
I hesitated only for a moment before taking the glass and sipping deeply. It was fine champagne, and I needed the alcohol to get me through whatever this was.
I stole a glance at the man across from me; his eyes were already on me. Quickly, I looked away and began to play with my fingers.
How long were these things, anyway? Maybe I should’ve asked Marcus before coming down here. Was there a timer? I looked around, searching for one, but couldn’t find anything.
