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original building.
The wine cellar.
His decision was already calming him. No longer unsteady with inappropriate lust, he felt his brain clear and his pulse steady. When the doors opened into the cold, brick-lined hallway, he marched into the darkness with his equilibrium renewed.
This was who he was: calm, logical, in control.
He’d stay here until all danger of being otherwise had passed.
Chapter 6
L ilah’s head would not stop throbbing.
The work itself was a breeze, and Carl was fabulous to work with. By the end of their first hour working together, they were a well-oiled machine. He picked up on her pace and she knew how to keep him organized. As the lounge filled with a crowd estimated at three hundred people, Lilah was busy.
And her shoes stayed comfortable.
Her stomach ached with anxiety at Carl’s warning. What if someone had seen her kissing Gavin? She couldn’t afford to lose her job over a grope and a tongue dance in the elevator.
You know that’s not all it is , she berated herself silently.
That’s all it is to him , some other voice replied.
Speaking of him , Gavin Stanton had disappeared. This was his party, according to Eva and Carl. Party-boy had made out with her in the elevator and made himself scarce. Typical. Turns out billionaire Brits were just like the average American man.
She served a vodka and soda with a lime to a woman she recognized as a local weather forecaster for Channel 5. Without acknowledging Lilah’s existence, the woman animatedly continued her conversation with a man who looked suspiciously like the governor of Massachusetts.
Slipping away, she headed toward Bloody Mary. Carl had pointed to a variety of people in the crowd and given them nicknames based on their favorite drinks. Cosmo was the head coach for one of the New York NFL teams. White Cosmo was his wife. Sex on the Beach was a reality television celebrity known for her recent nude cover shot for Vanity Fair .
Wallbanger was a guy who looked at her as if he was dreaming about banging her . Webb, his real name was. Wallbanger Webb. Although he insisted on a weird version of the drink: instead of orange juice, he demanded Tang . Ugh.
She swung back to the bar, moving slowly as taught by Eva. (“We never rush. Ever, Lilah. The hallmark of the Platinum Club is that it is a haven for the busiest of the busy. Important people don’t need to be surrounded by people in a frantic hurry.”) Carl caught her eye.
“Lilah! We’re out of our wine selection. I need you to go to the wine cellar and get three bottles of red.” He recited a bunch of French words that made her head fill with gibberish.
“Wait! Slow down,” she said as calmly as possible. “You’re speaking in Klingon.”
He flashed her a devilish grin and grabbed a pen out of his pocket, then a cocktail coaster. A few scribbles later, and he handed her a list.
“Take that downstairs. The red wine is more popular than usual, and our wine runner got caught in traffic. He’ll be here any minute, but in the meantime, you’re it.”
Lilah paused and looked around. All her drinks had been delivered. The atmosphere was all business but serene. Low light, the scent of polished leather and burning beeswax mingled with perfume and cologne. It all oozed money.
If you sniffed hard enough, you might smell that too.
“OK. Will do. All my customers—”
“ Members ,” Carl corrected her.
“My members are in good shape. Where’s the wine cellar?”
He gave her the floor number and a series of directions. Lilah had never been in a wine cellar before, and as she waited for the elevator, she wondered what it would be like. A minute ticked by. Two minutes. Three.
And in those three minutes, she’d earned enough to buy herself a latte tomorrow. Already tonight, she’d made more in a handful of hours than she’d netted in a week at the mortgage company.
The elevator doors opened, and Lilah felt a mixture of relief and disappointment. This was the
The wine cellar.
His decision was already calming him. No longer unsteady with inappropriate lust, he felt his brain clear and his pulse steady. When the doors opened into the cold, brick-lined hallway, he marched into the darkness with his equilibrium renewed.
This was who he was: calm, logical, in control.
He’d stay here until all danger of being otherwise had passed.
Chapter 6
L ilah’s head would not stop throbbing.
The work itself was a breeze, and Carl was fabulous to work with. By the end of their first hour working together, they were a well-oiled machine. He picked up on her pace and she knew how to keep him organized. As the lounge filled with a crowd estimated at three hundred people, Lilah was busy.
And her shoes stayed comfortable.
Her stomach ached with anxiety at Carl’s warning. What if someone had seen her kissing Gavin? She couldn’t afford to lose her job over a grope and a tongue dance in the elevator.
You know that’s not all it is , she berated herself silently.
That’s all it is to him , some other voice replied.
Speaking of him , Gavin Stanton had disappeared. This was his party, according to Eva and Carl. Party-boy had made out with her in the elevator and made himself scarce. Typical. Turns out billionaire Brits were just like the average American man.
She served a vodka and soda with a lime to a woman she recognized as a local weather forecaster for Channel 5. Without acknowledging Lilah’s existence, the woman animatedly continued her conversation with a man who looked suspiciously like the governor of Massachusetts.
Slipping away, she headed toward Bloody Mary. Carl had pointed to a variety of people in the crowd and given them nicknames based on their favorite drinks. Cosmo was the head coach for one of the New York NFL teams. White Cosmo was his wife. Sex on the Beach was a reality television celebrity known for her recent nude cover shot for Vanity Fair .
Wallbanger was a guy who looked at her as if he was dreaming about banging her . Webb, his real name was. Wallbanger Webb. Although he insisted on a weird version of the drink: instead of orange juice, he demanded Tang . Ugh.
She swung back to the bar, moving slowly as taught by Eva. (“We never rush. Ever, Lilah. The hallmark of the Platinum Club is that it is a haven for the busiest of the busy. Important people don’t need to be surrounded by people in a frantic hurry.”) Carl caught her eye.
“Lilah! We’re out of our wine selection. I need you to go to the wine cellar and get three bottles of red.” He recited a bunch of French words that made her head fill with gibberish.
“Wait! Slow down,” she said as calmly as possible. “You’re speaking in Klingon.”
He flashed her a devilish grin and grabbed a pen out of his pocket, then a cocktail coaster. A few scribbles later, and he handed her a list.
“Take that downstairs. The red wine is more popular than usual, and our wine runner got caught in traffic. He’ll be here any minute, but in the meantime, you’re it.”
Lilah paused and looked around. All her drinks had been delivered. The atmosphere was all business but serene. Low light, the scent of polished leather and burning beeswax mingled with perfume and cologne. It all oozed money.
If you sniffed hard enough, you might smell that too.
“OK. Will do. All my customers—”
“ Members ,” Carl corrected her.
“My members are in good shape. Where’s the wine cellar?”
He gave her the floor number and a series of directions. Lilah had never been in a wine cellar before, and as she waited for the elevator, she wondered what it would be like. A minute ticked by. Two minutes. Three.
And in those three minutes, she’d earned enough to buy herself a latte tomorrow. Already tonight, she’d made more in a handful of hours than she’d netted in a week at the mortgage company.
The elevator doors opened, and Lilah felt a mixture of relief and disappointment. This was the
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