He tapped in the security code at the front of the building then stepped inside. He wasn’t fond of lifts, so he decided to take the stairs. As he passed the entrance to the courtyard, he noticed that the door was ajar. Someone’s been very sloppy, he thought, and carefully closed the door. He checked several times to make sure it was locked. They didn’t want any homeless people or drunks getting inside the building. He unlocked the door to the agency and turned on the lights in the hall and kitchen. Several bottles of champagne stood next to numerous empty glasses on the worktop. The staff had gathered here to have a drink before the party, along with some of the models, including Jenny. Now that he thought about it, she’d seemed unusually lively tonight, almost flirtatious. He felt desire burning inside him. He’d experienced a momentary confusion after reading her message, but then he’d sent back a text, saying that he would wait for her here. Any hesitation about being unfaithful had vanished completely.
