at a corner table, wearing a black dress she had borrowed from her fr

d her phon

ere a stain on the tablecloth. She clutched her water glass, her fingers lea

ble. His nose was wrinkled. "If your part

said, her voice sound

Mr. Gorsky? Very well." He retre

conversation stopped. The maître d' rushed toward the

walk

ed, wearing a suit that absorbed the light. He moved wi

ite tablecloth. She couldn't bear to look at

ack shoes stopped in

orced a smile onto her face,

died in

sn't

escort. The ma

His eyes were dark, intelligent, and cur

ir opposite her and sat d

"You... did Gorsky hire you

. He looked at her, really looked at her, as if try

deep and smooth like bourbon. "Yo

ou need to leave. If Gorsky sees me with another... servic

was worried about him. She

s currently being escorted out of his penthouse

blinked.

ng," August re

bbling sound. "What are you going to do?

ed a waiter. "Caviar. The Reserve

r scrambl

to buy you dinner, Colette. I want to buy

d," Colette said,

t said flatly. "Consider this a merger, Miss Barrett, not a rom

green card?" She looked him over. He sound

nd, praying for patience. "I am not an

golo," Colet

t his phone, tapped the screen a few times,

k at

pp. But it wasn't a personal accou

York-Presbyte

Richard

: $500

us:

rs swam before her eyes. She looked

you?" she

t," August said. "Now, eat your c