Chapter 1

For half a million dollars, I sold myself to the most notorious pervert on Wall Street.

When I was forced to go up to the penthouse suite to deliver on that deal, the elevator malfunctioned mid-ride and locked up completely.

Trapped in that suffocating little box, wearing nothing but a thin, sheer red dress, I stabbed at the emergency call button in despair.

The elevator doors were wrenched open by hydraulic cutters. Blinding light flooded in.

The man leading the rescue — the owner of the club — was Roman Cross. My ex-boyfriend. The one I'd ruthlessly walked away from three years ago for half a million dollars.

He stood there in a bespoke suit, looking down at me from above — disheveled, barely covered, shaking like a leaf.

The manager beside him wiped sweat from his forehead in a panic. "Mr. Cross, the woman inside... she's here as a paid escort—"

Roman snatched the tool out of the man's hands. His eyes dropped to the hem of my dress, dark and unreadable. His jaw was tight.

"Chloe Bennett." His voice came out through clenched teeth. "Where's the old man who paid for you? What — did he send you up here to play games alone in an elevator?"