Five hundred thousand dollars Lie
Language: en
For half a million dollars, I sold myself to the most notorious pervert on Wall Street. When I was forced to go up to the penthouse suite to deliver on that deal, the elevator malfunctioned mid-ride and locked up completely. Trapped in that suffocating little box, wearing nothing but a thin, sheer red dress, I stabbed at the emergency call button in despair. The elevator doors were wrenched open by hydraulic cutters. Blinding light flooded in. The man leading the rescue — the owner of the club — was Roman Cross. My ex-boyfriend. The one I'd ruthlessly walked away from three years ago for…