Chapter Fifteen
Evan passed Liza in the hallway of the apartment.
“You leaving without me?” she said, dripping wet from her shower.
“Just got a call, the media is arriving early. I need to coordinate our people. You’re going to have to meet me there. Be a love and drop by the gallery before you come, and pick up that list of sponsors. It’s in the bottom drawer of my desk.”
“Sure.” She was disappointed in the abrupt change of plans, but she knew better than to argue with Evan when he was in a mood of high-strung nervous energy. Of course, the museum gala was the most important art event of the year, and he did have a lot at stake. At least he thought so. Since he’d caned her earlier in the week, she’d sacrifice her bottom to him twice more. However, the gloomy aspect of the night she wa
