Benny slipped quietly through the front door the next morning, her body still sore and marked from the wild night at New Dawn Club.
Her short dress from the previous evening was wrinkled, and faint bruises from eager hands decorated her thick thighs.
The house was tense. Raised voices echoed from the living room.
“You answered a business call while we were in bed, Gordon? Really?” Elena, Benny’s mother, was shouting.
Her Swiss accent grew sharper with anger. “I was right there, ready for you, and you picked up the phone like I’m nothing!”
Gordon sat on the couch in a robe, looking calm but tired. “It was important, Elena. The deal in Geneva…”
Before he could finish, Elena spun around and faced Benny. Her eyes narrowed with pure venom.
“And you! Look at you, sneaking in like a che
