Page 74 of One Week in Paris
I dash out in a hurry and scramble down the stairs, not an easy feat in my heels. The party is still in full motion, albeit a little quieter than before. Mark is nowhere to be seen. Oscar eyes me with curiosity but I don’t have time to fill him in.
Corrie runs up to me. “What happened?” she whispers. “I saw Mark run out. Nicole left too.”
“Mission accomplished.”
Matt startles me when he pops up right behind me. “Where have you been?” he asks, leaning into me. “So everything ran smoothly,” he whispers against my ear. “Nicole kept me in the know. She told me everything.”
I scowl. “She’s something else, that Nicole.”
“Yeah, she sure is. I knew she’d get the job done.”
A thought suddenly occurs to me. “You didn’t pay her, did you?”
“Of course not,” Matt tells me, and my breathing eases a little. “I just brought her shopping. A little shopping spree—”
My jaw drops to the floor. “How much did you spend?”
He cocks a brow. “Just five grand.”
My eyes grow wide — the things I could do with five grand. I’m appalled. I’ve not only just committed the most devious act of my life, but I was also involved in prostitution. I’m a criminal.
I’m going to hell.
