This errand Mira’s boss has her on is hilarious. Condoms and Pringles? Nice. Then again, I’m in a pretend cop uniform, strutting around like I actually have authority in this place. A walkie-talkie and handcuffs do not a Green Beret make.
Mira stares at her cell phone as we leave the last suite. “Crap. Hayden texted me one more.” She slides her finger down the screen of her phone, scrolling. “And they want tons of supplies. Hayden says this suite wasn’t on the list, but that she found a file in the hospitality manager’s office that had been set aside.”
I’ve already told my boss I’m providing security to the understaffed hospitality department. He’s got new recruits for support, so he’s good with me assisting where I’m needed. I wasn’t lying when I told Mira we’ve got security covered. We’ve bulked up to triple our normal personnel for the festival.
I text my boss I’ve got one more errand and will return in thirty. “Let’s do this.” I tuck my phone away.
“Tyler,” Mira says as she sifts through her plastic key cards and heads down the hall to the last suite. “You should go back. It’s all been extremely boring. Only the one room was missing items, and they were probably tack-ons. A phone call took care of it. I’ve got this. You must have better things to do with your time.”
I pretend to consider this for a moment, my lips scrunched in concentration. “Nope. Besides, these special requests are fascinating. They have me thinking of all kinds of…scenarios.”
She glances up and huffs out a frustrated sigh that is light and airy and sexy. She had better knock it off, because it’s turning me on. Why her frustration is a turn-on, I will never know. Maybe it’s because I think she actually likes having me near, and that the constant angst between us is just foreplay.
Her gaze narrows on the cards and she drops her hands to her sides. “Great. Hayden gave me the special code for the keypad, but I hadn’t planned on coming here. I don’t have the card to enter this room.” She stares at the door as though it might magically open.
Lucky I’m here.
“Allow me.” I pull out the master key my boss gave me, because I kick ass at my job and he knows what a trustworthy guy I am. Hmm, maybe he can put in a good word for me with Mira?
I slip in the card and Mira types the passcode on the keypad. Which is odd. I’ve never seen a keypad for Blue hotel rooms.
The door beeps with a green light and I push it open.
Mira walks inside, her eyes scanning the list on her phone. She scrunches her nose. “This is strange.”
“More strange than the suite that wanted Uno, Nutter Butters, and lube?”
“Maybe.” She scans the large space.
Blue houses several penthouse suites. A view of the lake spans the center of this room, double doors on one side, two separate doors on the other. There’s a kitchen, a dining area that seems to be converted into some kind of office with files, two lockboxes, a computer…She’s right. This place doesn’t look like a normal suite at all.
“Mira, are you sure this one is on the list?”
She stares at her phone. “A dozen robes for each bedroom, ten bottles of kissable massage oil, two hundred condoms—” Her voice breaks off and she looks up. “Okay, that’s a lot.” She opens the bedroom with the double doors. “Whoa.”
I peer over her head. A king-sized bed with a maroon satin comforter takes up half the room, leather wrist and ankle restraints dangling from the head- and footboards. On the wall, a clear case filled with whips, canes, and—I’m not even sure what some of it is.
This is post-Fifty Shades, but still. Wow.
I walk inside to take a closer look.
“Tyler,” Mira hisses. “Get out of there.”
“What?” My expression is all innocence. “Let me see that list. We need to make sure they have what they need.”
“Get out, get out.” She waves at me frantically. “I will take care of this.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. Just—leave before you touch something and get me in trouble.”
I shake my head. “Where is the trust, Mira?” She snorts as I walk past her, but her lips twist into a small smile.
I stand in the doorway, and she moves toward the bed, glancing at her list warily. Mira gingerly lifts the comforter and drops it quickly, checking off items on her phone.
I’m surprised Blue keeps a place like this around. They cater to all clientele, but this is…elaborate.
I saunter into the main room and pull open a desk drawer. Your basic office supplies, nothing special. The drawer below holds a handful of condoms. Definitely more interesting than the top drawer, but not shocking, considering the supplies in the Fifty Shades room. I open the third drawer. Packages of syringes, tubes, light gray powder, pills in locked cases…
