Page 29 of Torrid Passion
“In any case, his membership was revoked and he was blacklisted. His friends received the same fate,” Larkin explains.
“Understandably.”
Larkin steps back and straightens his jacket. “Sneaky bastard. He had the reservation for tonight under his mother’s name. We didn’t catch the trickery until he popped up on our screen when he stopped at your table.”
Every corner of this massive property is rigged with state-of-the-art cameras.
“Who is Magnus Waitfield?” I ask.
“He’s among the new generation of attention seekers,” Larkin explains. “Entertainment first… no matter the cost.”
I turn around and lock eyes with Kyla.
She looks mortified.
I just want to hug her, but I’m confused as hell right now.
How can a woman like her get caught up with a douche bag like Magnus?
I focus on Larkin again. “Thanks for having my back.”
“Always. Since it’s our fault because we dropped the ball, the meal and drinks are on me. To make it up to you and Miss O’Keeffe, I’ll have one of our luxury suites set with another bottle of Dom Perignon, a full bar, and savoury and sweet snacks. It’ll be ready in the blink of an eye––compliments of the house, of course.”
Since I asked Neal to cancel my room earlier, this is perfect.
“Thank you,” I say. “That’s very generous.”
“It’s the least I can do. I wouldn’t want Miss O’Keeffe and you to have the wrong impression of my establishment.” Larkin’s eyes move behind me for a beat. “Perhaps you two might need some time alone.” He pauses. “In private.”
