Dark Paradise - a Political Romantic Suspense
“ “I don’t know why you torture yourself like this.” Oliver slicks a palm across the leather-wrapped steering wheel of my Town Car as I peer out a tinted window. We’re parked in front of the Melrose. Waiting.
“I want to make sure she makes it out.” And that no one hassles her.
“Yeah, because she might get lost on her way down in the elevator.”
I ignore him, remaining still and studying the front doors as rain collects on the window and disturbs my line of sight.
A man in a charcoal suit ambles ...down the sidewalk, stopping next to my car. He glances at the Melrose and tilts his umbrella just enough for me to catch his profile before he heads in.
“No fucking way.” Oliver says exactly what I was thinking. “Tell me that isn’t Trey Bancroft.”
My veins heat as I watch him fold his umbrella and nod at the doorman, walking in like he owns the place. The asshole checked his watch a second ago, which tells me he’s likely meeting someone.
I pull the door handle and step out into the rain.MoreLess
“I want to make sure she makes it out.” And that no one hassles her.
“Yeah, because she might get lost on her way down in the elevator.”
I ignore him, remaining still and studying the front doors as rain collects on the window and disturbs my line of sight.
A man in a charcoal suit ambles ...down the sidewalk, stopping next to my car. He glances at the Melrose and tilts his umbrella just enough for me to catch his profile before he heads in.
“No fucking way.” Oliver says exactly what I was thinking. “Tell me that isn’t Trey Bancroft.”
My veins heat as I watch him fold his umbrella and nod at the doorman, walking in like he owns the place. The asshole checked his watch a second ago, which tells me he’s likely meeting someone.
I pull the door handle and step out into the rain.MoreLess
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