The city lights stretched below me like spilled gold and glass as I stepped out of the elevator onto the forty-third floor. My pulse drummed a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Every instinct screamed that this meeting—this “arrangement”—was dangerous. And yet, I walked forward, heels clicking like gunshots against the polished marble floor.
Julian had insisted that I meet with her again and go over our conversation once more. I didn't know the use of it but I wanted to trust him. The Bait was to tell her that I wanted us to go over everything once more. This was what I did abd she agreed to meet with me again. Either she was desperate for what she asked for or she was foolish and I knew it was not the later.
The suite door was already ajar. Inside, the faint scent of expensive perfume mi
