DELICIOUS TABOOS: DIG ME HARDER, DADDY
It was too close, too tied to my father's property.
On the afternoon of our meeting, I pulled out my phone and sent her a quick text message, changing the location to a luxury hotel suite downtown, sending her the address and room number instead.
She replied almost instantly. Change of plans? I like a man who knows how to keep things discreet.
Later that afternoon, while buried in high-stress executive meetings at the office, my phone buzzed on the glass desk again. It was a short text message from another unsaved number.
Are you sure you truly want me there tonight?