“I don’t think that’s a very appropriate thing for my boss to say to me.” I gripped my chest and feigned surprise. “I should report you to HR.”
I couldn’t hold it any longer and exploded into a fit of laughter.
“Kylie,” he mumbled and shook his head.
“Oh, I could run right out of here and into Kyler’s room and demand he punish you.”
“You’ve seen what happens when unauthorized people enter his office; imagine what would happen if you entered his and Rayna’s bedroom.”
I had the urge to find out.
“Don’t even think about it.” He stood up and headed toward the door.
I pressed my lips together to fight another laugh, but the humor still bubbled in my chest.
“How about we table this discussion until the weekend’s over, okay?” He stepped out, then stepped back in. “Are you coming, or do you want to sleep in the playroom all night? Once I close the door, it locks automatically.”
“No matter.” I shrugged. “Rayna already told me about the escape route.”
“That is need-to-know information.”
“Didn’t you hear?” I stepped around him. “Littles share everything.”
“This conversation is too bizarre for four o’clock in the morning.”
“Well, you brought it up.”
“Yeah, and a naughty girl deserves a spanking.”
I spun around, hiding my backside from him.
“After you.” I waved him on.
He chuckled and led me out of the penthouse and into the hall.
We passed by his door and stopped.
“You don’t have to walk me home.” I leaned against the wall and yawned. “I’ll be perfectly safe. I know the guy who designed the security for this place. It’s top-notch.”
“I appreciate the vote of confidence.” He continued toward the elevator. “I’m walking you home, anyway.”
“You are a full-service boss, aren’t you?” I snickered, but followed him. The banter we had, the obvious chemistry scrambled my brain. It was all part of my plan, right? Get close to Patrick, gain his trust and then expose him and his boss for the criminals they are. The more time I spent with all of them, the harder it was to remember why I was here.
“If you think I’m strict as a boss, you should see me as a daddy.”
Those words lingered in the air. I involuntarily covered my ass with my hands the entire ride down to the lobby, down the hall to Quad II and back up.
Just in case.
CHAPTER 18
PATRICK
While heading back to my apartment, my phone rang. Only one person was up at four am making phone calls.
“Hi, Randall.” I didn’t even have to look at the caller ID. It would have said some random number at the hotel, anyway.
“How did you know it was me?”
