A Private Tasting

Vivienne’s POV

My anticipation had started to sour into suspicion by the time Igor opened the car door for me.

There was something too choreographed about this whole thing. The boutique. The designer dress. The wine tasting event. I had gone from being intrigued to paranoid. Something was up. I knew it.

My husband was never not up to something.

Igor and I stepped into the elevator together, and