The VIP suite at The Gilded Lily was upholstered in crushed velvet and bad decisions.
David closed the door, locking out the noise of the party. He turned to Louise, his eyes gleaming with the anticipation of a man who believes he has just won the lottery twice in one week.
Louise sat on the edge of the plush sofa, her head bowed. She let her shoulders shake, mimicking the tremors of a woman under the influence of a sedative—or a woman breaking apart.
"So," David whispered, kneeling in front of her, placing his hands on her knees. "You’re ready to be a good girl?"
Louise looked up. Her eyes were clear, sharp, and utterly devoid of the drug-induced haze David expected.
"What about the billionaire?"David teased her.
"He doesn't exist," Louise admitted. "I made him up. Just like you sai
