Rick's POV 

We pulled into the parking lot of Cassandra's shop at nine-forty-five that evening. I'd stuffed the money into an old, blue canvas duffle bag, finding it surprisingly heavy as I loaded it into my trunk, given that it wasn't real cash.

"You're gorgeous tonight, Olivia," I told Alexis when I took the key out of the ignition. She was wearing another Mrs. Laurent outfit, a short Fendi dress, violet to match her eyes, that shimmered alluringly when she ...