Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire
I said, elbowing him lightly.
The conversation flowed easily after that—right up until we heard footsteps coming down the staircase. Slow, deliberate footsteps, the kind meant to announce themselves before the person even appears.
"Ah," Elizabeth said, glancing toward the hall. "Tori has finally decided to join us."
The woman who stepped into the doorway caught me completely off guard. Tori Carter was stunning—the kind of stunning that looked curated. Perfectly blown-out blonde hair cascading in soft waves, flawless makeup highlighting sharp blue eyes, and she was dressed like she was headed to a gala. Black fitted dress, heels, understated-but-expensive jewelry.
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