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“Dinner is in an hour!” Caine calls after me.
Enraptured in the tub, I ignore him.
???
I step out of the bathroom in a fluffy bathrobe — the wonderful kind that you only get at hotels — and run straight into a scowling Caine.
“I was starting to think you’d drowned in there.”
“I tried dropping the hairdryer into the tub, but it’s hard wired to the wall. Guess we’re stuck with each other until I can get a toaster up here.”
Caine grits his teeth. “Get changed.”
“Where are we going?”
“I had an outfit delivered.”
I gape at him. “Now you’re dressing me?”
“You’re a strange girl, Aurora. Most women say thank you when they’re given gifts.”
“Maybe I say thank you when I haven’t been kidnapped. How would you know?”
“Be a good girl and get changed, lass.”
I shoulder past him, bumping into him. Two glossy boxes are laid out on the bed. I open them to find a stunning champagne colored cocktail dress. The neckline is high, and it reaches mid-thigh. What I really love are the sequins covering the entire dress and the beads in place of sleeves, which pisses me off. I don’t want to like anything from Caine.
The other box has matching champagne colored shoes.
Caine comes up behind me and puts his hand on my lower back. His warmth seeps into me. “Do you like it?”
“How do you know my size?”
“Tawny has dragged me shopping plenty of times. I’ve a good eye.”
Yeah, right. More like his goons were snooping through my clothes.
“Gifts aren’t going to make me like you.”
“Maybe I just like spoiling you. Aren’t you going to thank me?”
“No.”
???
The dinner was delicious. I’ve never dined at a Michelin restaurant before and the sushi was so fresh it melted in my mouth. Too bad about the company.
But the night’s real trial begins when we return to the hotel room. I eye the one bed that Caine’s already sprawled out on before getting in.
“Explain again why we can’t have separate rooms?”
“Because my Da isn’t like yours.”
It clicks then and I feel stupid for not seeing it sooner. “Which one of your men do you think is the rat?”
“Honestly?” he thinks it over. “Could be any of them, depending on the day. Not much people won’t do to get in with the boss.”
“Well fuck,” I say. “Jacob really is an ass.”
