“Elena,” Isabelle purred, standing up. “So glad you could make it. I was worried you’d be difficult.”
“You didn’t give me much choice.” Elena’s voice was steady.
“True. But you made the smart decision. I appreciate that.” Isabelle gestured to the men. “I believe you’ve met my friends? They’re very eager to get to know you better.”
The men smiled—predatory, knowing. They’d been promised something, Elena realized. Money, or favors, or just the thrill of destroying a woman who’d gotten in Isabelle’s way.
“What exactly is supposed to happen here?” Elena asked, staying by the door.
“Oh, didn’t I explain?” Isabelle’s smile was all teeth. “You’re going to spend time with each of these gentlemen. Private time. And our photographer friend is going to document every moment. By the end of the ev
