At precisely nine o'clock, a forest green Bently pulled up to an eight-story high-rise apartment building. Greta appeared from the lobby and made her way to the car.
An older gray-haired man opened the rear door for her. "Mrs. Tanner, you look stunning this evening."
"Thank you, Mauricio." She pinched his cheek. He blushed. "How are you tonight?"
"I am doing well Maam."
"I told you to call me Greta or my Queen. That will work for me, too."
She climbed in. He smiled at her, shook his head, and closed the door behind her.
"HEY PEACHES! What do you think of my new dress?"
"Holy fuck, you look fucking hot. You are so lucky Caleb did not see you leave the house wearing that dress!"
"He bought it for me." Greta smoothed the silver dress out and then adjusted her breasts.
"Caleb bought you that dress? I am calling bullshit on that."
"Well, I used his credit card to buy it. What about you? Where did you get that number?"
"Cole bought it for me."
"In other words, you used his credit card?" Greta looked at her accusingly.
"We will be using his credit card all night. I think he forgot that I still have it."
"Well, red is definitely your color. You look like the devil incarnate." She gave her an evil smile and bounced her eyebrows.
"I am not the devil. Unless you ask Cole, regardless, I prefer the word demon. The devil has too many responsibilities. I would rather do my own thing. Make crossroad deals and shit," Lena said with an equally evil smile.
"So where are we going?"
"I want to go to Club Trinity."
Greta raised an eyebrow, and the corner of her mouth curled up. "Really? Why there? Are you hoping to see someone in particular?"
"Why would you say that?"
"Because, as far as I know, you haven't been there in over three years."
"Maybe. Maybe not. You are the one who thinks that I need to get laid." Lena winked at her.
Greta picked up a bottle of Clix Vodka and two highball glasses. "Pregame?"
"I am always up for a little foreplay."
She poured out a generous portion in each glass. "Cheers!" they said together, clinking glasses.
"God, this stuff is really smooth," Greta said, turning the glass in her hand and swirling the liquid.
"I would hope so. It's a three hundred dollar of vodka."
"Three hundred dollars a bottle?" Greta started coughing.
"I am not getting a hangover from a cheap ass bottle of vodka. So, this will have to do."
"This will have to do!" Greta exclaimed in a high-pitched voice. "You have more expensive vodka hanging around somewhere?"
"I have a bottle of Chopin Vintage Vault 30-year-old at the penthouse."
"I gave a bottle of Grey Goose at home. It's about forty a bottle. That's my pricey good stuff. How much in the Choppin stuff?"
Lena laughed and shook her head. "CHOPIN. Like the classical pianist. Let me put it this way. For what I spent on it, I could have bought eighty-seven bottles of Grey Goose."
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Breach of Security
RomanceLena, a retired soldier, owns a private security company. When she gets separated from her husband, he decides to bring her old lover, Dillion, back into Lena's life just to spite her. Little does Dillion know she had his child and doesn't know how...
