Chapter 3
Morning came by so fast, time. It was usually like that when you were travelling nonstop. I stretched, my body still humming with the lingering pleasure of the night before, Bill’s hands on me, his mouth hot against mine, the way he had taken me with a possessiveness that left me breathless.
A slow, satisfied smile curved my lips as I rolled onto my side, reaching for my phone to check the time.
Then it rang.
The name on the screen wasn’t one she recognised (Assistant to William Dubois), but the number sent a jolt through me. My fingers hesitated before swiping to answer, my pulse quickening.
“Ms Carter?” A woman’s voice, crisp and professional, cut through the call. “This is Eleanor, Mr Dubois’ assistant. He’s requested your immediate presence at his penthouse suite.”
My
