Stephanie got out of the car, pinching her nose as the smell of drugs struck her. The place looked classy, and she felt giddy.

Nathan came out from the driver’s seat. She helped him tighten his shirt.

“Another reason I’m following you in there is because I don’t want you getting touched by people and having a convulsion.”

Nathan nodded and stretched his arm. He looked over her in a red knee-length gown, not too tight but defining her curves.

He had never seen her in such dresses. She never wore them, but it’d look good on her. If something didn’t fit her much, it’d be the makeup, but they...