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She raises a brow as she climbs inside.
“What?” I defend. “I can be a gentleman—a gentleman in public and a freak in the sheets,” I add under my breath.
“Hollis,” she hisses, shaking her head.
“Speaking the truth, babe.” I shrug and close her door, j
ogging around the front to get in the driver’s seat.
“Where are you taking me?” she asks.
“Ah, ah, ah—I’m not telling.”
She crosses her arms and mock pouts. “Come on, tell me,” she pleads.
“Nope,” I say adamantly.
“You suck,” she groans.
“No, you do baby. I lick.”
“Oh my God,” she sighs. “There’s no winning with you.”
A few minutes later I park the car.
“Your hotel? You brought me to your hotel?” she asks in disbelief. “No wonder you wouldn’t tell me where you were taking me. This is anticlimactic.”
“How you doubt me.” I shake my head. “Trust me, this will be worth all the effort you put into your outfit, hair, and makeup.”
“Better be,” she grumbles, and I crack a grin.
I hand the keys over to the valet, since we’ll need the car to get back to her place. It didn’t make sense to park in the garage tonight.
I take her hand, leading her up the stairs into the lobby. A fire roars in the fireplace and a few people linger around chatting and hanging out in the bar.
I lead her to the elevator and press the button for the top floor.
“Are you seriously taking me to your hotel room? We should’ve stayed at my place. Besides, I thought this was supposed to be a real date,” she rants playfully.
I shake my head, looking up at the mirrored elevator ceiling. “Such little faith.”
The doors open and I lead her down the hall. She tries to stop in front of the suite door but I keep pulling her along.
“Now I’m curious,” she says.
I smile.
I open a door at the end of the hall that leads to a set of stairs.
“After you milady.” I step aside and sweep my arm.
She rolls her eyes. “You just want to look at my ass but jokes on you since I have my coat on,” she snickers.
I shake my head. “Such little faith in me, but I am in fact an ass man. And a boob man. And—”
She slaps a hand over my mouth. “Don’t finish that.”
“But you like when I finish,” I say when she moves her hand.
