Chapter 32

“Angela, where shall I set up?” a young man asked her.

“Jeremy, must I do everything?” she asked, heading through the penthouse to a back room, expecting everyone to follow. We walked past the bathroom where Lance was showering, past the bedroom, and into a series of rooms. We stopped in another small room, resembling a

beauty salon. On the left wall was a hairdresser’s station, and on the right was a shampoo bowl. It was amazing … and to think that Lance had this right here in his suite. It made me wonder how many women frequented his apartment.

“Jeremy, set up here,” Angela said, then she took my hand. “My dear, please, sit down.” She smiled as she motioned toward the chair. “Let us take care of you, ma chérie.” A motherly smile lit her lips, despite her young appearance. I couldn’t help but do as she asked.

“My dear,” Jeremy began, gathering my ha