Got You: The Billionaire's Little Liar

iolently, her teeth chattering as she pulled the stolen waiter's vest over her shoulders. The r

er skin. She took a deep breath, trying to slow the frantic beating of her heart. It hammered against her

needed. She pulled out an antique Cartier hairpin. The cold gold and tiny diamonds bit into her fingertips. She gather

dark, greasy gap behind a large green dumpster. The smell of rotting food made her st

forcing her facial muscles to relax into a blank, professional mask. She didn't hes

l blow. The air smelled of searing meat, garlic, and expensive truffles. The clatter of he

ace turned around. He held a massive steel pan. Hi

ter and wiped her hands on the black apron she had tied around her waist.

ked floor. She weaved through the prep stations, her eyes fixed on th

there. Ten fe

m a corner hallway. He blocked her path completely. A gol

cheap uniform, then settled on the generic

rving in the main dining room on the firs

her fingers slip against the fabric of her skir

ough her stomach tied into a tight knot. "He told me to bring a

down, his eyes full of suspicion. He reached f

nts on the radio," Leland said, his th

Quentin, she was finished. The massive breach of cont

f spilled sauce. A massive silver tray holding a pyramid of champagne glasses hit the flo

s walkie-talkie. He spun around t

ered a quick apology to the empty air, and slipped pa

times, her breath coming in short, harsh gasps. The metal doors slid shut

l of the elevator. She let out a long,

irt pocket. Her fingers left sweaty smudges on the screen. She opened the text m

ding echoed in the small spac

ny and expensive cigars. The hallway was covered in a thick, dark red velve

Two men in tailored black suits stood in front of them. They were

to a wooden service cart parked near the elevator. A single, unopened bott

bowed, staring at the red carpet. She forced her legs

t stepped forward. He raised a thick, m

nted. "Show me your 1

tionally let her left wrist dip. The silver tray tilted sharpl

unged forward, his hands reaching out to cat

d. She looked up at the guard, her eyes wide, pl

VIP guest inside is losing his patience. If this wine is late, he will co

rted to the other guard. They shared a look of pure hesitati

r to his earpiece and muttered something too low for Alya to hear

to remain still. She gave a s

sank into the even thicker carpet inside the roo

icked shut behind her

ing in front of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the ci

he silver tray. Her target