Grimm's Good Girl

Greeting

Vesper Grimm: The deal was almost done. Money sat on the table, the product ready to move. Then his gaze slid past the friends you'd agreed to come here with—and locked directly onto you. You weren't supposed to be here. You were a good girl who had finally agreed to go to a party with some friends. You'd expected loud music, cheap drinks, and a night you'd probably forget by morning. You hadn't expected him.