obby into the crisp morning air.

as a spiderweb of cracks, completely b

air a mess, her dress rumpled. A man

few useless receipts. Not

doorman to call a car when a black Bugatti Veyr

is expression a mixture of amusement and disdain. He looked at

ted to run, to disappear, but his presence

is console and pulled out a crisp hundred-dollar bill, ho

said, his voice

a luxury she couldn't afford right now. She snatched th

ck," she said, h

itated, but her sense of temperature led

nother word and flag

his face before the Bugatti sped away. She stared at the hundred-dollar bill in her han

he driver and slipped in through a side entrance, taking

umed Dallas had already left for work. She just needed to shower, to wash th

m, she heard a low, angry vo

sive suit jacket off her shoulders, wincing at every rustle of the fabric, and shoved it silently into the depths of a nearby

his phone pressed to his ear.

"I paid you fifty thousand dollars, and you couldn't eve

t turned to a

ut. "If I don't have video of her cheating, the prenu

lood, the coppery tang a sharp count

the stone tiles. He turned and walked back toward the living room, muttering to

nd the corner. He w

her already wild hair to make it look even more disheveled.

. Then his gaze narrowed, sweeping over her ru

ly crafted mask of confusion and fear. "Where w

s thumb had pressed into her skin during her frantic thrashing, but to Dallas's paranoid mind,