Page 62 of Law Of Love

Freya’s eyes bugged out of her head as she glanced up at the tall, regal building, almost falling out of the vehicle. I understood why she was so astounded, but having seen this setting more than a few times, I viewed it as nothing more than a too-large building where pretentious snobs wasted their money, boosting their egos and proving to others they had enough cash to throw away on things that didn’t matter.

Luckily, my organisation had booked out the entire venue, and no snooty fucks were going to be present.

“How can your work afford this place?” Freya questioned as we stepped into the grand foyer, both of our bags clutched in my hand. The flooring was made of shiny, tanned stone with a huge metal fountain standing in the middle—a koi fish squirting water into the shallow tank below. How original.

A red carpet lay across the floor leading towards the reception and the elevators, and people mingled around, carrying luggage and following the hotel staff.

“The hotel gives us a discount since we book up the entire place. Still, I can’t imagine it’s cheap.” Not that it mattered. My organisation had more than enough money and paid us enough, too. It was the least they could do for asking us to continuously put our lives on the line.

We stood in line for the reception, the large granite desk manned by almost ten staff members to get everyone checked in as quickly as possible. An older lady with a neatly slicked-back bun called us forward.

“Kaleb Evans,” I said to her, holding up my ID and badge. She nodded and tapped on the keyboard of her computer before grabbing us some keycards.

“So, you’ve got room two-four-one booked for tonight, which is our king-sized bed suite. Enjoy your stay.”

I arched an eyebrow. “A double bed?” I had let my chief know I was bringing someone and had specifically requested either two separate rooms or a room with two beds. Freya and I had been intimate, but that didn’t mean she was going to be comfortable sharing a bed with me as if we were a couple.

The lady behind the desk frowned, double-checking the booking. “Yes, Sir. This is the room you were booked into. If this is something that you’re not happy with, I’m sure I can try to sort something.” She hummed as she pressed a few keys on her keyboard. “No, there are no other rooms available for tonight, I’m afraid.”

Freya cleared her throat from next to me. She looked slightly stiff but leaned forward to take the cards. “That’s fine. Thank you.”

Eyeing her up as we reached the elevator, she stepped inside, studying the keycards between her fingertips.

“Freya,” I breathed out. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel like she had to sleep in a bed with me. “I didn’t book it, and I’ll be speaking to my chief about—“

She cut me off with a small laugh, shaking her head at me. “Kaleb, you literally made me come the other night in your room. I think we can stretch to sleeping in the same bed without it being weird.”

My fists clenched, causing my knuckles to turn white at her words. They came out confidently—her voice not wavering in the slightest like it often did whenever a sexual innuendo was the topic. I liked it. I liked her so sure of herself. She had every right to be.

“You’re going to have to give me a warning if you’re going to mention that in public again,” I told her, my voice husky, and as the elevator door opened to reveal people waiting, I pulled Freya over to me to stand in front of my body. The last thing I needed was for the people I worked with to see my solid rock-on.

She giggled as we made our way out of the elevator and into our room. The enormous bed was coated in a creamy, soft duvet and matching pillows, and the walls were dark—dotted with fancy paintings of people too old to identify or care about.

There was a massive flat-screen TV hooked onto the wall, and the large ceiling-to-floor window gave us the perfect view of the countryside below, where the gardens were decorated with rows of colourful flowers and greenery.

I forced myself to look away from Freya’s perfectly sculpted body to give my cock a chance to settle down, and I recited my most recent grocery list in my head until my dick was no longer straining against my jeans.

“You better not snore,” she told me, crossing her arms over her chest, rummaging through her bag, and pulling out her clothing options.

I watched in amusement at the sheer number of jeans, summer dresses, and skirts she’d brought, knowing she wouldn’t need any of them.

“Did I forget to mention that it’s a black-tie event?” I said with a smirk, causing Freya’s eyebrows to arch and her mouth to pop open. Frustration took over her usually harmonious features.

“Are you kidding? Kaleb, I have nothing suitable!”

I hummed, taking a step closer to her, picking up one of her slinky dark green skirts and playing with the fabric between my fingers, imagining the material enclosing her curved hips and thick thighs.

She snatched the skirt away, sighing and shoving it back into her bag, heat clear on her face.

“I think I can fix that.”

Twenty-eight: Freya

Ifiddled with the neckline of my dress, flattening down the sleek, black fabric. My heart had almost fallen out of my ass when Kaleb pulled out a long slinky gown from his bag, handing it to me as if it was nothing and settling down on the bed to flick on the TV.

I noticed the smirk playing on his lips, though, and he pretended not to notice my mouth hanging wide open as I clutched the dress between my fingertips.

It was beautiful. An off-shoulder gown with a slit stopping mid-thigh, soft fibres of material skimming the ground as I walked. I’d tried to look at the tag that was attached to it, but the price had been picked at.

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