Lily
I took a deep breath before stepping out of the taxi. The luxurious hotel towered over me, its golden-lit windows reflecting against the dark night sky. I smoothed down my black dress that clung to my curves and checked my phone one last time.
'Room 1703. Don’t be late.'
My stomach twisted. This was insane.
But so was my tuition bill.
I exhaled sharply, forcing my feet to move. The lobby smelled like expensive perfume and polished marble, no one sparing me a glance as I walked to the elevator, though my heart pounded so loudly it felt like the entire room could hear it.
I pressed the button for the seventeenth floor, my pulse pounding.
This was just a weekend. A transaction. Two nights of surrender, and I'd have enough money to pay for the rest of the semester.
The elevator do
