The elevator doors opened to silence.

Cole Maddox’s penthouse office was bathed in gold from the city lights spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The marble floors glowed. Everything was sleek, cold, and expensive — just like him.

I stepped in slowly, my heels echoing with each step.

He hadn’t called me up here for a meeting.

Not really.

Not when the message he sent simply read:

“Upstairs. Now. Wear something that reminds me why I hired you.”

So I wore a ...