ous places in SoHo where the menu was a c

t from a street vendor. She had changed into jeans and a sweater she

him throug

that was tight in all the right places and a leather jacket that

e had silver hair pulled back in a sev

behind a ne

and patted Dominic's hand. It looke

manila envelope

ave the woman a charming, practiced smile. The ki

wave of disgust warring with

up, smoothed her

in his chair, staring out the

th. She pushed open th

o his table and sat do

aze away from the street. Reco

d. "Come back for you

isha said. She didn't was

ed. "Can I get

. Black. And the c

Dominic. She took

said softly. "I know w

he boredom vanished, replaced b

Aisha said. "Sh

n, the corner of his mouth twitched. He lean

golo," he stated. I

isha lied. "But I

e sound that made heads turn. "Honey,

pulled out a napkin. She grabbe

0,

it across

" she said. "I need you

at the number.

rand buy me?" he asked, hi

, but she held his gaze. "A husban

ter. He coughed, thumpin

garding a trust fund. I need someone who looks good in a

this morning. I can give you a monthly stipend. Five thousand a month,

ed at the napkin, then at he

and dollars every time the stock market ti

ess pursuit of more power. And this woman... this woman who thought he was a pr

d smoothly. "Big ones.

m. Once I get my trust fund unlocked

" he repeated,

d her hand across the table. Her

small hand. He looked

r hand in his. His palm was wa

said. "Mrs.