“Oh, hi. I’m here with Orion Ravage—” “The infamous Layla Rivers,” he says, smiling jovially. My brows shoot up. “You know who I am?” “You’re famous around here.” “I am?” “Yep. You’re on the list of Mr. Ravage’s pre-approved visitors.” “Oh—” “The funny thing is, you’re the only one on the list.” My mouth opens and closes as he walks over to the elevator, pressing some kind of badge against the keypad, which I assume gives him—and me—access to the penthouse. “Have a nice day, Ms. Rivers.”
