Lena

I crossed my legs, trying to look composed, but I was failing terribly at it. What did the girls even do at private sessions, anyway?

I might never have had one, but I knew for certain they didn’t sit and talk like they were on a date.

He poured himself a drink, then one for me, and slid the glass across the table. “Here…”

I hesitated only for a moment before taking the glass and sipping deeply. It was fine champagne, and I needed the alcohol to get me through whatever this ...