As soon as I stepped out of the elevator on the main floor, I went to the concierge desk.
“Good evening, Mr. Lombardi, how may I help you, sir?”
“I need you to send a bottle of champagne and some chocolate-covered strawberries up to room three fourteen.”
“Yes, sir. Consider it done.”
I did.
I smiled and then dialed Michael as I walked away and headed to the only open restaurant.
“Sawyer, where the hell have you been?” Michael barked as soon as he answered the phone. He sounded like he was wide awake.
“Mingling with some of your guests,” I said as I sat at a booth. It was close to two-fifteen in the morning, and the restaurant was just about empty. I held up my hand to greet the server as she approached. I shook my head so she knew I didn’t need anything other than a quiet place to sit.
“Aria’s mom called, and one of her brothers is missing. The father was beating on the boys, and one of them ran off,” Michael said.
I clenched my fist and slammed it against the seat cushion beside me.
“Fuck,” I said under my breath.
“Fuck is right. I need you to go get her family as soon as possible.”
“Okay, I understand. I’m ready to go whenever the jet is here.”
“I talked to Vin, and the jet will be here late tonight.”
“Why so late?”
“One of the pilots is traveling and won’t be available to travel here until late in the afternoon.”
“Vin has an MMA fighting circuit and a fucking jet. Doesn’t he have other pilots?”
“You know, for someone who just got laid, you’re awfully uptight.” Michael laughed quietly.
“Well, all the texts and the phone call interrupted me.”
“You’re going to have to keep your dick in your pants for a few days. Sawyer, I need you, buddy.”
“I know. I’m here for you. When do you want to meet to discuss things?” I asked.
“Where are you now?”
“I’m in the restaurant in the hotel.”
“Come up.”
“On my way.”
After I disconnected the call with Michael, I headed back to the elevator and went up to the top floor to Michael’s private penthouse. I didn’t have to knock because he was waiting for me with the door open.
“I would have felt a tiny bit guilty if I’d woken you up,” he said as I stepped inside the suite.
“Oh?” I looked over my shoulder as I walked to the small kitchen. “Waking me was fine, but pulling me away from getting off with a woman you don’t feel guilty about?” I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water before turning around to face him.
“Not in the least,” he teased.
I twisted the lid off and took large gulps of water.
