The second floor's private room was packed. John sat dead center with two lightly dressed women pressed close on either side. His gaze dropped onto Yvonne's chest without any attempt to hide it, a slimy grin spreading across his face.
Yvonne wasn't exactly a knockout, but her figure was undeniably well proportioned. Even though she dressed modestly, he had been around enough women to tell at a glance what was real and what wasn't.
What mattered most was her background as a member of the Brown family. Sleeping with Simon's woman alone would be more than enough to excite him.
"Keep it coming. Yvonne, right? Didn't think you could hold your alcohol this well," said John.
Yvonne forced herself to stay steady. She had already drunk quite a bit, and after stepping out to get some air, John h
