I managed to hide my nerves even though my heart pounded and knees knocked as Gina and I readied in the women’s lounge at her club. She stood a good six inches taller than me, and her bank account—from what her apartment suggested—had at least that many zeros behind whatever other front runner numbers her balance showed.
Designer clothes and bags. Real gold and silver jewelry with precious gems. I’d barely kept from gawking when I’d first gotten to her apartment, telling myself to keep my past to myself no matter how close we might become in the future. A person with her kind of money would definitely be wary of an ex-convict, and I wasn’t about to f**k up my newfound friendship.
Master Liam had seemed nice enough, but I didn’t find his baby blues or leathers attractive, even if the latt
