CHAPTER 9
VIOLET
Six p.m., and I sat alone in the pool house, beyond exhausted through stress, exertion, and lack of proper food.
At least I looked the part now. Skinny and tanned with glossy hair to catch the sun as Kane screwed me over a freaking lawn chair. Although the script had been hazy on the mechanics of that—David and his fetish for improvisation had struck again.
But the useless script aside, what was I supposed to do? How could I come up with three creative ways to give Kelvin what he wanted? I considered calling Lauren, but I knew what her answer would be. She’d already sent it—six links in an email, each one handpicked for maximum pleasure. Classy as well as filthy, she’d assured me in italics at the bottom. I suppose I should have been thankful for all the effort she’d g
