Vivian
I stared at the glowing screen, heart thudding with anticipation as I dialed his number. The second ring barely had a chance to vibrate before a familiar, gravelly voice answered.
“Vivian.” His tone held no surprise, but it was heavy with disappointment.
I smiled, letting my voice dip into a contrite purr. “You sound upset. I thought you’d be proud. I made quite the spectacle.”
“You got caught,” he snapped. “I thought I taught you better than that. You were supposed to be careful. Subtle.”
I sank into the plush chair in the corner of the lobby, watching people go in and out of the event. Crossing one leg over the other, I traced a manicured nail along my knee.
“Maybe I wanted to get caught,” I said, teasing. “Maybe I like it when you punish me.”
Silence stretched, then his v
