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"In the south, we say thank you when people do things for us, even if it's in the course of performing their job duties, Mr. Montgomery," she says, laying into me.
"What a novel concept," I respond dryly.
She growls, literally fuckinggrowlsat me. It's the cutest goddamn sound I've ever heard. Jesus, she's magnificent. Pure murder enters her glare before she turns to the bellman, offering him a tight smile. "Thank you, Rodney."
"No problem." He tips an imaginary hat, glances between us, and hauls ass to the elevator as if he's afraid sticking around might end with him in the middle of a murder scene.
Francesca waits until the elevator closes behind him to turn her gaze back to me. As soon as it lands on me, electricity crackles up my spine, and my fucking cock throbs.
She feels it, too. I've spent a damn lifetime learning how to read people and their tells, those little cues that belie their true emotional state. She wants me to think I annoy her. She wants me to think I'm bothering her. It's a lie. The pulse in her throat speeds when she looks at me, the color in her cheeks deepening. Her baby blues eyes darken a shade, and her hands tremble oh so faintly.
She's attracted to me. This back-and-forth between us turns her on, too. And that pisses her off. I can work with that. Fuck yeah, I can.
I fish in the welcome basket for the keycard pamphlet to unlock the suite.
Francesca squeaks suddenly and darts forward, trying to snatch the pamphlet from my hands. "I'll open it. Your hands are full."
Yeah, no.
I lift it over my head and out of her reach.
She actually jumps for it, trying to steal it from me, her cheeks blazing with color. Her tits bounce, and I almost let her have it. Almost.
Nah. That's way too easy.
What did she do?
"Settle down before I spank you right here, sunshine," I growl, holding it further out of reach.
"Give me the keycard, Mr. Montgomery."
"It's Ryker, and no."
"I need to make sure it's working properly. For your safety."
She's so full of shit. Fuck, I think I'm in love.
"Liar," I chuckle.
She scowls at me. "Fine. Open it. I don't care," she says, lying again. "You deserved it."
I hesitate, torn between kissing the pout from her lips and rampant curiosity at what she did to my keycard. Curiosity wins. Only because I have a feeling she'll kick my ass if I try to kiss her right now.
I pull the pamphlet back down to me and shoot her a warning glare when she immediately leans forward. She mutters under her breath but doesn't try again when I flip the pamphlet open.
My gaze immediately lands on what she wanted to hide. In lieu of my room number on the blank side, she left me a note.
PS: This fancy thing also operates your PRIVATE elevator to your EXTRA SECURE suite on your PRIVATE floor where all the doors lock.
I slip the keycard out and then glance at her over the top, fighting like hell not to toss the damn welcome basket and drag her guilty ass into my arms.
"That's six. One for your attitude on the phone, one for hanging up on me. And one for the note."
She gulps.
I crowd her up against the door, getting all up in her personal space as I move to unlock it. Fuck me. She smells like ripe peaches. My nose grazes her temple.
She whimpers, her tits heaving as her entire body reacts to me. Her soft curves kiss my harder frame, sending fuck-lust pounding through me. I need inside this woman. Soon.
