Chapter Ten
The limo pulled to a stop. Hunter still held her in his lap.
“Night,” Quinn said quietly. She felt him brush past her leg as he climbed out, then it was a painfully quiet five minutes to their hotel, Hunter’s heart pounding against her cheek, his grip tight in a new and different way.
He righted her skirt as the driver came around to open the door for them, then he followed her out, but whatever special moment the night could have been was now over.
He pulled the room key from his pocket and tapped it between his fingers as they waited for the elevator. When the doors swished open, he pressed his hand against the small of her back and ushered her into the car.
When they arrived on their floor, he only made it five feet away from the elevator before slowing to a halt and pressing the room card key into her hand.
“Go on ahead,” he said, his voice just as strained as when he’d given the driver the instructions to drop Quinn off first.
The tension that had been building since her orgasmat his hand, by his biddingsnapped inside her. She stopped in her tracks and frowned at him. “Where are you going?”
“Go on to the room, Serena.”
“No.”
He scrubbed his hand against his jaw. “What the hell good is you being a submissive if you don’t do what I fucking say?”
She blinked at him, then threw her hands in the air. “That’s not how it works!”
“I don’t know how it works!”
“Then we need to talk about that!”
“I don’t know if I can.”
Well, that was an unexpected bombshell of a statement. “I don’t get it.” Her frown deepened, she could feel it like two craters between her eyebrows. So confused it physically hurt, damn him.
He paced away from her, ignoring a trio of guests that scurried around them, trying not to pay attention to the lovers quarrel.
“Hunter, come to the room. We’ll talk.”
He glanced back at her over his shoulder. “What the hell are we doing?”
“Besides making a scene?” She shook her head. “I don’t know. Having a fight, I guess.”
“I need a drink. Go to bed, and I’ll be up in a bit.”
She rolled her eyes. “Right, because I’m going to do what you say, just like that. Did it ever occur to you that I might need a drink, too?”
“You’ve had enough tonight.”
Oh no, he did not just— With a growl, she stomped her foot and grabbed his hand. “We’ll have coffee, then.”
The elevator didn’t show up fast enough for her liking, so she jerked him toward the stairs and then took off down the flights, going faster and faster until she was practically running at the bottom. Fuck.
She loved him. He loved her. This was stupid and had gotten all mixed up, but it was just a fight.
So why did it feel like her heart was going to explode?
“Stop. Beautiful, hold on.” He pulled her back against him, his words echoing around them in the concrete stairwell. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re not usually a bastard, Hunter.” She resisted him as he turned her, but when had she actually been able to say no to him? Her great mistake had been thinking that went both ways. Not that he’d needed to say yes to her drunken three way suggestion. Fuck. It was just a stupid idea, and he’d started it by copping a feel in the first limo ride and being all lip-touchy at the burlesque show, and then the ride back…
“Yeah. I didn’t play fair tonight. I thought—” He cleared his throat. “Well, I was wrong.”
