Page 87 of The Lieutenant

A bellman had already taken over, ready to roll the cart inside. She’d packed light, her main concern keeping her laptop with her.

As soon as I wrapped my arm around her waist, her body stiffened. Thankfully, she didn’t try to pull away.

“This is lovely, but very modern.”

She was right. The lobby was wide open, the marble floors and stark furniture representative of what could be found in the rooms. The hotel suited me both in location and with its stunning views. I headed to the check-in.

“Mr. Nomikos. We’ve been expecting you and your guest. Welcome. I have your suite ready.” The girl also had the paperwork ready. All I had to do was sign. She slid the envelope of room cards across the desk, barely darting a look in Kara’s direction.

“Merci, Anna. Have the packages arrived I requested?”

“Yes, sir. They’re in your room. The bar is stocked with your requests as well.”

“Excellent. Good work.”

The girl’s sigh obviously annoyed Kara because she slipped her arm under mine, possessively clamping her fingers.

“Yes, sir.” Anna blushed, which caused Kara to provide the same deep exhale as before.

As we walked away, I chuckled just loudly enough Kara jerked her arm away. “I was certain you were going to tell her she was a good girl.”

“Were you jealous?” I asked playfully.

“Of her? I could wipe the floor with her.”

“Then what?”

“Everyone knows you. It’s as if you’re a star.”

“In this part of the world, I am.”

I pressed the elevator button before turning toward her, rubbing the tip of my finger from one side of her jaw to the other. I adored her reaction to me even though she fought it every time. Her lower lip instantly quivered and if I had to guess, I’d say her nipples were rock hard, though sadly they remained hidden under her suit jacket. I’d been surprised at her choice as she was as determined to keep toeing the same line of time spent professionally versus personally as I was.

Good for her.

After the bellman stepped inside to secure his place, holding open the door for us to enter, I lowered my head and whispered in her ear, “You’re the only one I’ll ever call a good girl, my kitten.”

At least this time I was rewarded with a single, albeit very soft moan.

She did her best to stay several inches away, but with the cart taking up so much real estate, she found herself crowded against my body.

My overtly aroused body.

“A single room? Really?” she asked. God, I adored her demanding tone. My mind went off on a half dozen tangents thinking what I wanted to do to tame her.

I had brought handcuffs.

“A suite, kitten. You’ll have your own room.”

“Ah. Nice touch. I hope there’s a lock on the door.”

As soon as we exited the elevator, I handed the bellman one of the key cards, taking my time to walk with her down the hallway. “Maybe you can relax while on this trip.”

“Do you want me to be honest?” she asked almost demurely.

“Always.”

“You’re so hot and cold that I can’t get a handle on if you hate me or like me. It’s making my head spin. Relaxing is the last thing I can do around you.” She ventured ahead, determined not to go into any detail.

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