Chapter 2
Marissa
Gio lives right on Lake Shore Drive in what must be a million-dollar townhouse on the top floor. I took the L in and walked the rest of the way in my high heels. I have blisters by the time I reach his building, and I’m cursing everything about my plan.
I dug in the back of my closet for a silk blouse, pencil skirt and these cursed stilettos, but now I’m wondering what the hell I was thinking. Am I here to sell myself to Gio? Dress up like a pretty piece of meat, flirt a little and get thirty grand?
I guess it’s better than my alternative, which is to sign the cafe back over to the Tacones, which would absolutely kill my grandfather. I don’t even know if the place is worth that much, anyway. We don’t own the real estate. I’m not even sure if a bank would give us a loa
