Chapter 3: The Corset and the Code

“Just a minute, darling!” I called out, my voice artificially bright and injected with a heavy dose of sleepy innocence.

I scrambled across the room, scooping up the freshly printed cardstock inserts.

I shoved them beneath the heavy mattress, kicking the stack of incriminating financial ledgers under the velvet armchair.

I yanked the power cord out of the printer just as the doorknob turned.

He’d used a keycard.

Adrian stumbled into the room, his tuxedo shirt unbuttoned, his eyes glassy and suspicious. He looked around the suite, his gaze lingering on the unplugged printer.