No Waiting for Dawn at Midnight
Language: en
When Ethan Grant pushed the key card in front of me, the tape from last night’s ER visit was still stuck to the back of my hand. “Spend one night with Michael Bennett and get the contract signed.” He kept his head down, flipping through documents without even looking at me. “This is the last bit of value you have to me.” I stared at that key card, the back of my throat tasting metallic. “I had a gastric hemorrhage. The doctor said if I drink again, I could die.” Only then did he finally lift his eyes, but his gaze went right past me to the door—Nina Shaw was walking in with a hand…