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She printed a key and held it out. “Do you need assistance to your room?”

Colt stood and took it. “If you point the direction, we can manage.” He pulled cash from his pocket and peeled off five, hundred-dollar bills. “Please pass this among the staff.”

“Certainly.” She took the cash and stood.

Colt took Ivy’s hand and they stepped out of the office.

The woman pointed. “That first bank of elevators will take you to your suite. Twenty-first floor. Step out and make a right down the hall. It will be the first door on the left.”

Ivy managed to hold her tongue until they were in the privacy of the elevator. “Holy Sith. Do you always tip that much?”

“I put the staff to work last minute and wanted to show my appreciation.”

“Put to work how?”

“You’ll see.”

Again with theyou’ll see. But she liked the first surprise well enough that she wouldn’t pester him for more. Besides, the elevator had just stopped on their floor. She’d be finding out for herself soon enough.

Colt slid the keycard into the slot and opened the door. If Ivy thought the lobby had been something special, it was nothing compared to their room. They entered into a sitting area with a small kitchen on their right. A leather sofa and glass coffee table rested on plush cream carpeting and a large-screen TV hung on the wall. Toward the back of the room, a set of white, decorative wood doors stood closed.

“I hate repeating myself but,wow.”

Colt stepped into the kitchen. “It is nice.”

“You’ve never been here?”

He pulled out the bottle of champagne that had been chilling in a silver bucket and started peeling off the foil. “Nope.”

“Then what made you decide to come here?”

“I googled the most expensive hotel in the area.”

Tossing the foil and wire basket in the trash, he aimed the bottle away from his face, fisted the cork, and popped it without one bit of fanfare.

Well, that’s the boring way to do things. Ivy made a mental note. The next time they celebrated, she’d do the champagne popping. After pouring the bubbly liquid into two flutes, he handed one over, saying, “Want to be even more impressed?”

“I’m not sure how that’s possible, but I’m game.”

“Come on.”

He started making his way across the room. Ivy took a sip of her champagne before following. Oh, my. She didn’t know what kind it was, but she’d been drinking the wrong one her whole life. More than likely because she couldn’t afford what was in that bottle.

Colt opened one of the large double doors, revealing a bedroom. The bed was ginormous, four-poster, and sported a white, silky canopy. Expensive looking, foil-wrapped candies rested on each pillow—something Ivy had only seen in movies and hadn’t realized it was a thing in real life.

Color her impressed. But not as impressed as when Colt led her into the bathroom—if that’s what it could be called. Mini spa was a more accurate name. Everything was either white marble, glass, or gold. And everything gleamed.

“Wow.” She really needed to hit a thesaurus to come up with a few alternatives for that word, but dang if it wasn’t spot on.

A ginormous spa tub with a set of steps to climb into it was filled, its jets running, producing warm moisture in the air.

Colt took the glass from her hand and set it on the counter. Then he stepped closer and without a word, started peeling off her clothes.

Chapter Thirteen

Colt

“A girl could get used to this.”

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