The phone ruined everything.
Amber was right there beside me in the car, perfume clinging to her skin, her dress sliding dangerously up her thigh as she crossed her legs. I had already decided, tonight wasn’t going to end with champagne and polite exits. Tonight would end with her screaming my name into my mattress.
The phone buzzed.
I ignored it.
It rang again.
Teeth ground tight. I snatched it out of my pocket. “Carter.”
The voice spilled through, babbling numbers, a deal off-track, someone’s incompetence dragging into my night. I listened, every word driving another nail through my patience. The car rolled through the gates, up the drive, stopped in front of the mansion.
Amber slipped out first, her heels clicking against marble as she disappeared into the house. I barely caught
