The effect is immediate.
A slow, devilish grin spreads across his face.
It’s subtle.
But definitely there.
“Well,” he says casually, “that explains it.”
He gestures toward the elevators across the lobby.
“Floor twenty-seven.”
Then he extends his hand.
“May I see your invitation?”
I pull back the black envelope from my jacket and hand him the card.
He studies it for a moment before nodding.
When he hands it back, that stupid grin is still sitting on his face.
And somehow…
It makes him even hotter.
Which should not be possible.
I clear my throat slightly and take the card.
“Thanks.”
“Of course.”
I turn and start walking toward the elevators.
“Sir.”
I pause.
Turn back.
He’s still watching me.
For a second he just looks amused.
Then he reaches behind the reception desk and pulls something out.
A black lace mask.
The kind that ties behind your head.
He steps closer and holds it out to me.
“You’ll need this.”
I take it slowly, confused.
