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Leif
Have you landed? When you check into the expo, be sure to give them the drawing of your final tattoo you’ll be doing.
My brother thinks I’m going to forget. He’s been on me for months about this expo. He and Jas entered a couple of my tattoos into the competition, and I was announced as a finalist and will have to tattoo someone here. It reminds me of those tattoo shows on TV with time limits and rules, except I get to pick my piece. The expo is picking the model. I have two renditions of the piece because I don’t want to give a guy a tattoo designed for a girl.
I decide to respond back to Jas instead of Leif while I continue to hold.
Me
Working on getting into my room. There was some kind of mix up and I was upgraded. I’ll video chat shortly. Tell Raqi I miss her already.
* * *
Grayson
“Mr. Aldridge,the woman you had me upgrade is calling.” The concierge on shift holds out his phone to me. I don’t hesitate to take it.
As soon as I saw her step out of the Lincoln Town Car, I wanted to meet her. I had to meet her. Touch her. As she stood there looking around, she personified strength and dominance. Yet I could see a vulnerability to her that I bet most people don’t see. Her beautiful, tattooed skin was begging for me to lick it and mark it as mine. It’s been a long time since any woman has caused me to think of them over business, let alone one who has me thinking of saying fuck it to the rest of my day. But I can’t, and the reason is walking in the door right now with his guards. My half brother, Andrei. People automatically move out of his way as if they can sense how dangerous he truly is. He doesn’t need the bodyguards, but they have been his best friends since childhood, and they know that not everyone is scared by his last name. They were my friends too. All four of us would walk around beating all the guys who looked at Ridley wrong.
As I watch Andrei move to the bar, I click the button to speak to my girl, praying that just hearing her voice will get her out of my system.
“Hello, Ms. Arnold, how can I help you?” I try not to imagine what she looks like right now. Or for that matter, what she’d look like on her knees in front of me, begging me for my cock.
“I believe there was a mistake. I don’t want to get the clerk in trouble, but she accidentally upgraded me to a suite.” There is no doubt in her firm but soft voice. She is telling me that I should move her without saying it. An interesting thought passes through my mind. “I would like to be moved to the queen room I was supposed to be in.” There it is. The tone of her voice gives her away.
“Well, your majesty, you are in a suite because of me, not anyone else.” I try to hold in the chuckle when I hear her gasp. I shouldn’t call her that, but she is the queen of my heart. However, she will be my princess in every way. The grin that hits my lips is almost evil when she sputters as she tries to figure out what to say to me. “I take your silence as approval and your thankfulness. Have a wonderful evening, princess.” As I hang up the phone, I can hear her sputtering again. Looking at my concierge, I decide to take pity on him. “Take your break. Don’t come back until you hear from me.” I then wave my hand to one of my personal security guards. “Ilya, wait here. When Ms. Arnold shows up, message me.” The shock on his face that I’m asking him to do something other than stand there is almost too much for me. I’m enjoying this. I’ve been so focused that I rarely find enjoyment in anything but my project. Ilya works for my brother, who requires me to at least have one guard. I move toward the bar and slide into the opposite side of the booth of my brother.
“Hello,brat.” His deeply accented voice catches the server’s attention. Andrei was raised partially in France, and his accent always attracts the ladies. He also speaks fluent Russian. Our father currently lives in Latvia, but he was born in Moscow.
“Hey,” I address the waitress. I don’t have the time or patience to wait for her to roll her tongue back up into her mouth. “We’ll have the top shelf vodka. Don’t drool in our drinks or on his suit.” Andrei’s lips tip up on one side. It’s the only indication I got a rise out of him with my comment.
The waitress walks away, and Andrei sits and watches me for a moment. “Why are you in a mood? You have everything you want. Or do you?”
I look out onto the lobby and smile for a moment before I turn back to him.
“Not quite, but I will soon enough. What about you?”
He leans back in his seat. His all-black three-piece suit reminds me of something John Wick would wear. The only speck of color on him is a bright green pocket square. A new addition. He’s normally in all black, all the time.
He averts his eyes, something he’s done since we were kids and he was getting ready to lie.Babushkawas always able to figure it out.
“I’m good.”
We sit and talk business for a few more moments before my phone pings.
“All work and no play make Gray a sad man,” Andrei jokes, and I flip my phone to see the text.
Ilya
She’s here.
I turn to look out toward the concierge’s desk, and what I see stops my blood cold.
“What the fuck does she think she’s wearing?” I don’t realize I said that out loud until Andrei responds.
“I’d dare say you’re not all work anymore.” Andrei chuckles as he follows my stare. “Good luck with that.” He tips his newly filled glass of vodka and takes a big swallow.
“CallBabushka. And Ley, they want to hear from you,” I growl as I make my way to her.
