Chapter 62 The Male Escort's Regular Client 1

• “Room 1427. I’m on my way up.”
• Isabella Voss ended the call and stepped into the private elevator without another word. Her heart pounded steadily against her ribs as the car rose smoothly. At thirty-five she ran an empire of luxury properties that was across continents, yet here she was, chasing something raw and private in the middle of a week that could make or break her latest merger.
• The door to the suite opened before her knuckles even finished their second tap.