Chapter 31

The taxi pulled up in front of a five-star suite. Nefline couldn't keep her hands to herself. She kept whispering sweet-nothing to Dante, who seemed to be distracted. Dante got them checked into the most expensive unit. He could barely hold it together. Was waiting to explode, releasing the stress that has been building for a while. "Time for more elusiveness," Nefline thought to her drunk self. "I better shower. Doing so will put me in a sexier mood."