The elevator whispered to the penthouse summit, city lights sprawling below like a conquered empire. I stepped into his domain—plush leather sofas gleaming under dimmed crystal chandeliers, floor-to-ceiling glass walls…
The private jet touches down at Dorval under a blanket of January snow. Montreal sparkles like a diamond in ice. A sleek black limo waits, leather seats warm against the…
That Thursday evening, I lounged on my king-sized bed in our Nantes penthouse. Silk sheets whispered against my skin. City lights twinkled beyond floor-to-ceiling windows. Tomorrow's light schedule freed my…
The private elevator whispered to the penthouse summit. Floor-to-ceiling glass framed Nice's glittering bay, Mediterranean waves crashing far below. Adam's domain: black marble floors, leather armchairs soft as sin. Vintage…
Nine a.m. I eye myself in the private elevator's flawless crystal mirror, rising to the penthouse VIP wing. My nurse's blouse, crisp white silk too short, hugs my skin. Thin…
Shank. Wake up. Pounds on the cell door jolt me. Petitbœuf's voice, gravelly. I rub my eyes. Four-sixteen a.m. TV blares in the squad room. News flash. Clones rutting everywhere.…
Training ended early. I speed home to our penthouse atop the city's glittering skyline. Traffic flows smooth on this Friday. No office detour. In thirty minutes, surprise Nathalie before four…
I glided into the penthouse crowning the city's spire. Floor-to-ceiling glass framed horizons of neon pulse. A solid mass sprawled: elite bodies, petrified triangles of oiled skin, pressed horizon to…
Silk sheets whisper against my skin in our Brest penthouse, floor-to-ceiling windows framing the harbor's silver dawn. Arms stretched above my head on the plush pillow, I surrender to Thomas's…
The first time I saw her, I was in the private shuttle gliding along the coastal cliffs to the resort. Leather seats creaked softly under me. Exhausted from deal-closing dinners.…