"Come upstairs," Victor said. "Just to talk."
Annie laughed, because her underwear was on the banquette and her t**s were out of her dress. "Is that what this is."
"Come find out."
She texted Richard from the elevator: drinks with the investors, don't wait. He replied within seconds: *ok* relieved, probably, to be off the hook. He had no idea.
The suite was on the top floor. Victor's, clearly — a sprawling corner room with the city under its feet and one enormous bed. He locked the door, and the sound of it echoed, and Annie felt the whole night narrow down to this one point.
Marcus was on her before she'd crossed the room.
He pulled her in by the waist, kissed her rough, and walked her backward to the bed while working the red dress off her shoulders.
It dropped and pooled at her
