Chapter Eleven
It was a simple party. And a discreet one for Nils Grayling. Though Hilary recognized some of the executives from the boardroom meeting chattering about the apartment, most of the people were strangers to her—not that it would have mattered. Nils collected antiques from South America and the Polynesian Islands. This gathering included other antique buffs with interests similar to their host’s.
Hilary was dressed in unusually demure attire, considering the fact that she’d hardly worn anything resembling real clothes since becoming Nils’ slave. The leather dress was nonetheless more provocative than any the other women in attendance wore. Even the plunging necklines of their fancy cocktail dresses could not compete with the body hugging leather. It was hardly more than an i
