NovelFastSylvia walked into the private lounge with her pretty-boy date on her arm.
They'd barely sat down before he eagerly flagged down the server and ordered a bottle of champagne—
something top-shelf, running close to five grand.
He probably had skind of deal going with the club: the more he ordered, the bigger his cut. While placing
the order, he shot Sylvia a sneaky glance, clearly trying to gauge if she was loaded.
Sylvia caught his look and smiled—a sultry, knowing smile that could melt hearts.
"One bottle? That's it? Are you really only planning to spend one bottle's worth of twith me?”
The words had a teasing, almost scandalous undertone. She felt her cheeks flush, but thankfully, the dim lighting
hid her embarrassment.
This was one of Eloise's tricks—she'd said the best way to reel a man in was to beat him to the punch, say what
he was thinking before he could.
Sure enough, the pretty boy seemed entranced, inching closer, eyes locked on hers.
He gave her his best smolder, dropping his voice low. "Of course not. Even if there wasn't any champagne, my
whole night belongs to you, miss."
Sylvia couldn't help it—she laughed out loud. His voice had a weird, bubbly quality to it, like he had permanent
hiccups. Definitely not the kind of deep, velvety tone she was used to.
Her smile faltered for a split second as an old memory flickered, but she pushed it aside.
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Just then, the pretty boy reached for her hand, clearly about to lean in for a kiss.
Sylvia smoothly pulled her hand back and slid the menu over to him. “Order whatever you like.”
“Thank you, miss. Letsuggest a bottle that'll make this night unforgettable.” He gave her a loaded look.
Sylvia played along, lips curling in a faint smile. “I'll trust your taste."
He grinned wider, clearly convinced he'd hooked a big fish. Guys like him-no matter how many beautiful women
they met, it was never about feelings. Money was what mattered. The more generous Sylvia acted, the easier it
was for him to believe she was an easy mark. Pretty and rich-so much better than seccentric sugar mama.
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While they waited for the drinks, they made small talk. He kept trying to impress her, name-dropping and
boasting about who he'd met abroad, how well-connected he was.
Sylvia arched a brow, feigning curiosity. “Oh yeah? Who do you know?"
He flashed his wrist, showing off a Rolex worth more than most cars. "Only the big shots in New York City. | could
introduce you sometime.”
She didn't say anything, but the watch was obviously a gift from one of those “big shots.” Instead, she pulled out
her phone.
“Since we're friends now, why not add each other on Twitter?"
He hesitated, but finally fished his phone out of his designer jacket. “Sure.”
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She made it sound effortless, as if none of it really mattered.
In truth, the account was a burner she'd set up earlier. The photos-borrowed from Eloise's
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