Page 24 of The Merciless King

He smiles. “You’re not my first mafia princess, sweetheart.”

Jesus.

I nod at James, and he wanders over.

“Braxton and I are going to head to—”

“The Dufort Manhattan Hotel.” Braxton hands him his ID. “I have a video conference just after midnight, so I’d appreciate your speed with this.”

James flicks his eyes to mine in surprise.

My cheeks are flaming.

What is wrong with me?

The man I’m clearly going back to a hotel with to fuck just admitted he’s got a time frame to fit me in.

And. I. Am. Turned. On.

Is this some weird kink? Or am I just sick of men sucking up to me to get to my father? Either way...I’m here for it and can’t wait to be doing all the screaming he promised me.

Fuck being embarrassed.

“Do as he says, please,” I say, then turn away from James.

Okay, I’m a little embarrassed.

“Be right back,” James says, disappearing.

“I assume you aren’t married,” Braxton asks, his head tilted.

“Would it matter?”

He nods. “Engaged?”

“No.”

“In a relationship?” he continues.

“No. You?” I figure I should ask. The last thing I need is some jealous ex trying to kill me.

“I don’t do relationships.”

“Really, I would never have guessed.” I roll my eyes, but then I stop, because Braxton just broke out into the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen.

He has dimples.

Good grief. Save me, Jesus.

Because I am going to hell.

Straight after he takes me to heaven.

What a way to die.

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