Page 36 of Princess of Pride
My heart leaps. “He’s there, and okay?”
Drilling sounds in the background. “Is this an emergency?”
“No. Everything is fine.” Better than fine. “Can I leave my number?”
“Sure thing. Give me a sec.”
I wait, breathing much easier knowing he’s safe.
“What’s the number?” he asks.
I tell him and we hang up. Only then do I sit on the couch and take off my strappy heels. I rub my ankle where a blister is forming.
I’m about to order room service, text the personal shopper, and research where to relocate tomorrow when someone knocks on my door.
I ignore it. I didn’t order anything yet so it can’t be thatimportant. If it’s the personal shopper, she’ll have to respond to me through texts. With the adrenaline rush from earlier gone and the lack of food in my system, I don’t have the energy to get off this couch.
A click sounds from the doorway like the person let themself inside.
My heart stops.
I shoot up right on the cushion and stare at the hallway that leads to the entrance. What the hell? Did the hotel staff just let themselves in?
“Hello?”
No response.
“Hello?” I say louder and stand, my gaze glued to the hallway.
Footsteps sound, slow and steady.
Adrenaline charges my veins. Why isn’t the person answering me? I glance around for a place to hide. Should I call 911?
Too late.
Lachlan, looking impeccable in a black suit, having ditched the tux, enters the room, with a menacing glare in his eyes. “You’ve been a naughty, wife.”
How did he find me? A better question is now that he has, what will he do?
I glance at the nearest bedroom, ready to run for it.
“I’ll catch you,” he warns, his tone lethally cool as he saunters toward me.
I shiver and blurt the first thing that comes to mind. “Where’s my mom?” She’ll come to my rescue. She always does.
“You heard her. You’remyproblem now.”
When he approaches the coffee table, I move to the end, putting as much distance as possiblebetween us.
He cocks his head to the side and takes in my dress, his gaze tightening. “For a woman who likes to hide her chest, that dress leaves little to the imagination.”
I cross my arms and cover my hardened nipples. “What are you doing here?”
“What areyoudoing here?”
“How did you find me?”
He stalks toward me, so I move in the opposite direction, circling the table.
