My phone chimes, alerting me to a text while I’m in the elevator on the way up to The Sinful Night Club. I reach into my bag, pull it out, and smile when I see Ford’s text.

You’re relieved of hostess duty tonight. Your job is to keep me company. Meet me in The Social Room.

Shaking my head in amusement, I slip my phone back in my purse just as the elevator doors open. My eyes go to Ayesha, who’s on hostess duty, and I give her a smile. She doesn’t return it, so I lump her into the category of women who have had Ford once before. I...