~~PEYTON~~
I pull up to the hotel at 9:58 PM. I'm wearing the black silk slip dress I bought years ago and never had the courage to wear. It is flimsy, sleeveless, and barely reaching my thighs.
Beneath it, nothing. I obeyed the last, most humiliating part of his command.
Why I did that? I do not know.
At the reception desk, a discreet man in a dark suit is already waiting. He doesn't ask my name; he simply meets my eyes, gives a small nod, and gestures toward the private elevators.
"He's expecting you," the escort murmurs, leading me into the elevator reserved for the suites.
The ride to the top is agonizingly slow. I use the mirrored wall of the elevator to check my reflection. My eyes are too bright, my lips cherry red with makeup. I don't want to look too desperate; I look li
