Andrea nods seriously. She looks down and finds that Michelle has slightly spread her legs. She’s not wearing stockings, and her smooth, tanned skin is beautiful.
“I want to do it,” she says with hesitation, “But—”
“But what?” Michelle snaps.
Michelle’s eyes brightened with malicious intent when Andrea agreed. She knows that this area of the garden is clearly recorded on one of the hotel’s many security cameras. If she can send the footage to the Summers family, Diana will be very happy. She’ll have a good chance of ingratiating herself with one of the city’s elite families.
“You need to spread your legs wider,” Andrea says with embarrassment, “You’re shorter than me, even in heels. If you don’t spread them wider, I won’t be able to fit through.”
The waiters no
