TWO HOURS LATER SHE was rushing to get dressed after oversleeping. She had passed out the moment her head hit her pillow, and she’d barely surface to the alarm she’d luckily remembered to put on.
She brushed out her mane of thick hair and tied it up in a quick bun. Lateness was a pet hate of hers. Some perfume and moisturizer barely managed to dry before she threw on the only semi-formal dress she’d brought with her. A red, clingy, knee length outfit that dipped low in the front to reveal her abundant cleavage.
Perfect for the start to, hopefully, a great night.
Five minutes later she was walking back into the same restaurant that sat empty only days before. Tonight, there were five new staff members, and a maitre’d to take her to her table.
She gave Fabrizio a huge smile as she drew c
