Dinner with Angelo was...something.
Elodie couldn't put a name to exactly how she felt about the whole thing.
The night had started out with Hana getting her ready for the date; make-up applied with skilled hands that it looked like she didn't have any on at all, the purple sleeveless dress with breasts cups that held her own breasts almost lovingly, matching heels with inches that brought the top of her head to his nose. Hana had let her go after making her promise to keep her wits about her.
Then, Eyes had driven the both of them to a restaurant called Top Of The World where'd they'd proceeded to dine on the one hundred and sixtieth floor of the Stratosphere Tower while enjoying the view of the panoramic vistas. Their filet mignon and salted caramel crème brûlée was everything.
But, they'd barely spoken. In fact, Angelo had been focused on ensuring that they ate well and didn't speak beyond their orders for drink and food.
Elodie had been a bit disappointed at the end of it.
After the build-up of their play from earlier, him not bringing up their entanglement felt like a slap in the face.
Now, they were back in the car, and Angelo had busied himself with his phone, while she took in the night view of Vegas. It never seemed to stop making her breath catch, because such beauty should be legal every where in the world.
The day was over, and she'd gotten excited for nothing.
Her phone vibrated from its place in her purse, jerking her out of her thoughts. She'd opted to take her personal phone instead of the work one, because what good would that do her miles away from Boss safe reach?
She had a message from an unknown number and its content made her breath catch in her throat.
Unknown: Hello, Elodie Evans. I just want you to know that I know your secret.
Elodie cast a glance at Angelo, and finding that he hadn't sensed her panic, she typed a response with shhakyy fingers.
Me: I don't know what you're talking about.
Three dots appeared, disappeared, then reappeared. It took forever before the reply came.
Unknown: Of course, you do. I wonder what Casieri would react if he knows he has a rat in his company.
Me: Who are you and why are you doing this?
Unknown: That's not important. Shouldn't you be asking me what I want in return for you to keep my secret?
Common sense told her not to ask that question. It would be opening a can of worms. But what other option did she have?
Besides, ignoring them—whoever they were—didn't guarantee that they were going to stop. It may enrage them into taking action against her.
Angelo wasn't a merciful man. She'd witnessed that first hand.
Unknown: I'm waiting.
Great. Now they were getting impatient. Steeling herself and mentally preparing to throw herself into the pits to guard my life, Elodie typed:
Me: What is it that you want?
Unknown: Good girl. Meet me in the Bellagio Conservatory by six tomorrow. I'll let you know,, then.
Me: Okay.
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THE ESCORT
Roman d'amour*** Explicit +18 Mafia romance*** Elodie Evans has been an escort for over five years. It's a nerve-wracking job, but she needed the money to pay for her brother's hospital bills as well as her own bills. A waitress by day, an escort by night, life...