Page 162 of The Donor Billionaire
He steps back and lets me into the room. A wall of screens monitor different parts of the hotel, from the lobby to the dining room. Even the bar area.
“Was your visitor a guest of the hotel?” he asks, taking a seat at his desk, his fingers poised over his keyboard.
I grimace.
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. I’m about to admit to a member of my sister’s staff that I spent the night with a stranger I brought back to the family hotel and know next to nothing about.
Kat is going to kill me!
“April. Her name is April,” I say, praying he doesn’t ask me for a surname.
He types into his terminal.
“Not a guest,” he says, turning his head to look at me. Nothing but professionalism showing on his face.
“We came back at around three AM,” I say, pulling up a chair and dropping into it next to him.
He pulls up the lobby feed, finding the time I gave him and letting the feed run. Sure, enough April and I appear. We’re laughing, my arm around her, her hand resting on my chest, as she looks up at me. My stomach clenches at the sight of us.
“That’s her,” I say. Watching as we disappear off screen.
It was two minutes after this, we were in the lift. Me pressing her against the wall, our hands roaming freely. We barely made it to the suite before we were tearing each other’s clothes off.
Shit! I scan the monitors, letting out a sigh of relief—no lift cameras.
Kat really would kill me!
Bert skips the feed until April reappears. He lets the feed run, and I stare at the woman who has left me sleeping upstairs. Her clothes are in place, her hair scraped back, her face clear of any makeup. She walks confidently out of the front door without a backward glance.
I check the time stamp. Five AM.
My heart sinks. April is long gone.
“Is everything alright, sir?” Bert asks. “Did the lady steal anything? If she did, I can call the police.”
I give him a weak smile. “No, she didn’t steal anything,” I tell him.
My eyes move back to the screen, and the picture Bert has frozen. I stare at April’s frozen image.
Not anything you can see, that is…
