Dirty Affairs: An Erotic Compilation
But never about me.
The door chimes signaled a visitor, and I didn't need the security monitor to know it was Suzie.
She was the only person brave enough to bypass the stern-faced men in black suits downstairs without an appointment.
Suzie swept in, a whirlwind of Dior and bubbly energy. She dropped her handbag onto a marble side table and looked at me with that sharp, intuitive gaze that made her my only real confidante.
"You look like you're ready to jump off the balcony, Elara," she said, pouring herself a glass of chilled Sancerre from the decanter. "Or burn the building down. Which one is it today?"