Page 38 of Emperor of Lust

I let Hana step in first, watching her carefully as her gaze sweeps over the polished wood, silk drapes, and understated luxury that fills every inch of the place.

I wait silently as she scans the suite, her expression shifting subtly as she walks across the open-concept main room with massive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. My lips curl at the corners as she gets to the double doors leading into the grand bedroom and bath.

Theonlybedroom.

Her shoulders tense and a flicker of outrage flashes across her features before she turns to me, her eyes blazing.

“There’s onlyonebed.”

I shrug. “People engaged to be marrieddotend to share a bed.”

“Not those who are waiting until marriage,” she throws back tersely, her cheeks reddening as she avoids my gaze.

I shrug. “Still just the one bed…”

I watch in amusement as her face flushes with frustration, her jaw tight, lips pressed into a line. She opens her mouth, then closes it again.

“Butplentyof couches,” she finally mutters, her tone clipped. “So, bedroom’s all yours. I’m going to go take a shower before dinner…”

Her brows knit as she stalks across the open space into the kitchen area, glancing around.

I grin. “Just one bathroom, too.”

Hana’s mouth is pursed tightly as she opens a closet door, clearly still not believing me. “Who the fuck booked this suite?”

“I did.”

She shoots me a look. I lean back against the wall, crossing my arms as I watch her. She’s obviously rattled, and for some reason watching her struggle to keep her composure only fuels my satisfaction.

It’s like the idea of seeing how far I can push her before she snaps somehow gets mehard.

“So, the bedroom is all mine?”

“Yup,” she snaps, marching back across the room toward the double doors to the master suite.

I get there first, stepping casually in front of her.

“Since we’ve established that this is in factmyroom, I think it’s only fair that you ask nicely for permission to enter it.”

Hana’s eyes narrow. “You’re joking.”

“Frequently, yes. But not right now.”

She rolls her eyes, turning away to shove her fingers through her platinum blonde hair.

“May Ipleasetake a fucking shower before our extremely important dinner,” she mutters through clenched teeth.

I smile. “Certainly.” I step aside and gesture magnanimously. “After you, princess.”

She huffs as she pushes past me into the master suite, making a beeline for the opulent bathroom. When I walk in right behind her, she whips her head around to glare daggers at me.

“Um, what the hell are you doing?”

I love the way her face heats when I unbutton my shirt, pull it off my shoulders and toss it aside.

“Showering before dinner.”

“Asshole!” she hisses, her face turning red as she stares at me. “Get out!”

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