Page 192 of By His Rule

“Lorelei,” he demands just before I turn a corner.

Pausing, I turn to the closest door, assuming that it’s mine.

After passing me a keycard, he stands beside me and waits for me to let myself in.

I step inside, finding that the carpet is as thick and bouncy as it was out in the hallway. The need to kick my heels off becomes too much and I sigh in relief as I wiggle my cramped toes.

Releasing the door behind me, I expect it to slam, finally cutting me off from my annoyingly hot travel buddy. But the bang never comes.

I barely get a look at the luxury suite before I sense him step up behind me.

Spinning around, I find his eyes and give him my very best glare.

“Why are you in my room?”

One side of his mouth kicks up in a smirk.

“Your room?”

“Yes. My room.”

“Ah,” he says, ripping his eyes from mine and walking deeper into the room.

He doesn’t stop until he’s standing at the large windows and gazing out at the view.

I’ve no idea what he’s looking at, and I don’t care. My only focus is getting him to leave so I can have a few minutes alone to process all this.

When he asked me to book this trip for him, I never even considered that he’d want me to travel with him. The whole thing has blown my mind.

“There was an issue,” he confesses before spinning around and turning those mesmerizing green eyes on me. “They only had one suite left.”

I throw my hands up in frustration. “I don’t need a suite, Kian. I need space.”

He looks around. “There is plenty of space here.”

I shake my head. That is not what I meant.

“What happened to the twin room I booked? I’ll take that. I’m not as fussy as you.” Hell, I’d sleep in the freaking cleaning closet if it meant I got a breather from him.

“Taken. There are multiple events happening in the area this weekend. Everything is fully booked.”

“You’re lying,” I accuse, refusing to believe a word that comes out of his mouth.

“Call down to reception and ask, if you like,” he offers, pointing toward the tablet that will connect me to the front desk.

As much as I want to call his bluff, I don’t have the energy.

Instead, I stalk toward him, but before I get too close, I turn to the right and march through double doors that lead to the most incredible bedroom I’ve ever seen.

A huge oak four-poster bed sits pride of place in the center of the room. The bed itself is high, the comforter thick, and there are more cushions than I’ve ever seen on a bed. All I want to do is run and jump right into the middle of it.

But seeing as I’ve got company, I refrain from acting like a child.

I walk through to the bathroom, and my eyebrows rise at the two-person whirlpool bath that sits beneath a floor-to-ceiling window.

Rushing over, I find nothing but ocean on the other side.

My muscles ache as I think about relaxing back in that tub and watching the waves crash in the distance.

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