Page 30 of Dark Horizon New Dawn

It took him a little longer than that to put a receipt in front of her with a pen on top of it. "Here you go, ma'am. Sorry for the wait. Have a good night."

Jasmine wrote down her room number, added the tip amount, and signed the check. "Let's go."

They rode the elevator in tense silence, and as it opened on the penthouse level, Jaz rushed out with the card key in hand. Once they were inside, they didn't waste any time and walked straight into the master bathroom.

"The shower is the most logical place," Margo said. "Either that or above the bathtub. Do you take baths?"

"Sometimes, I do." Jasmine walked into the shower and started patting the tiled surface. "But mostly, I take showers. How small can those cameras get? I don't know what I'm looking for."

"I read somewhere that they can be as small as a pinhead."

"Great." Jasmine grimaced. "With this pebbled tiling, he could have hidden it anywhere."

"Not really." Margo took off her shoes and climbed on top of the bathtub platform. "It's not like he had access to it while they were building the place, and a retrofit is never seamless." She pointed her phone's flashlight at the ceiling, methodically scanning the entire expanse.

Jaz stopped her tile patting and leaned against the wall. "What if the suite was built to serve as a viewing room? They could have embedded the cameras in the walls."

Margo chuckled. "And I thought that I was the queen of conspiracy theories."

"Jaz? Where are you?"

They both froze.

"It's Alberto," Jasmine whispered.

Margo winced.

"What are we going to do?"

"Follow my lead and act natural." Jasmine smoothed a hand over the flowing skirt of her halter dress and sauntered out of the bathroom.

"Alberto, you're back," she said with such cheer in her voice that Margo had to admire her acting skills.

"Here you are." A good-looking guy swept Jaz into his arms and planted a kiss on her lips. He stopped kissing her only when he noticed Margo behind his girlfriend. "Who are you?"

Jasmine untangled herself from his arms. "This is my new friend, Margo. We met at the pool and hit it off right away. I was just showing her around the suite."

"This place is amazing." Margo put a hand over her heart. "I've never seen a presidential suite before. I didn't even know rooms like this existed in hotels." She snorted. "This place is so big that it needs its own serving staff."

Alberto plastered a charming smile on his handsome face and offered her his hand. "I am very pleased to meet you, Margo." His handshake was firm but not too hard. "I'm so glad that my Jaz found a friend. Regrettably, the business deal I'm working on requires much more of my time than I expected, and I'm forced to neglect my beautiful Jasmine." He made a pouty face and wrapped his arm around Jaz's waist, pulling her toward him. "My precious jewel should not be left by her lonesome."

"I agree." Margo regarded him from under lowered lashes.

Usually, she was good at reading people, but Alberto was either very good at putting on a show, or he was innocent of the nefarious intentions she'd assigned to him.

"You must join us for drinks and a late supper." Alberto walked Jasmine out of the bedroom. "I'll order room service, and we will get to know each other."

"I would love to." Margo granted him a bright smile.

For a brief moment, she considered that Alberto might want to sell her too. Margo wasn't nearly as beautiful as Jasmine, but she was a natural blonde, had a decent figure, and had a pretty face.

She could fetch a good price.

Nah, she was just an average, nothing-special twenty-seven-year-old. Most of those in the market to buy flesh would regard her as too old. They wanted the young and innocent.

How old was Jasmine, though?

The woman appeared ageless. She could be twenty or thirty or any age in between, but she was far from innocent. She was also one of the most beautiful women Margo had ever seen, so maybe it didn't matter that she wasn't as young as the perverts preferred.

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