Maybe I freaked out for nothing.
“Yes?” I ask.
“Hi, sir. My name is Blake.” He gestures to his nametag. “Mr. Rose himself sent me up here.”
My heart starts thrumming. “Why?”
“He… He wanted to thank you for your patronage, sir.” He blinks several times. “It sounds like you’re an old friend of his.”
I exhale sharply. “Something like that.”
“He wants to upgrade you to the executive suite, effective immediately. No additional charge.”
I furrow my brow. Rose really doesn’t want me spilling the beans about his extramarital affairs. I guess this is his way of sweetening the pot.
Blake peers inside. “If you’d like, sir, I can take your suitcases now as a courtesy. Then you and your companion can make your way up to the suite on the twelfth floor at your leisure.”
“Of course.” I gesture to Bianca’s and my suitcases still sitting by the couch. “They’re right there.”
“Excellent, sir.” He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out two keycards. “These will get you into the room. Your items will be waiting for you there.” He grabs the suitcases and places them on a luggage cart out in the hallway. “Take your time, sir. But if I may, the executive suite is truly remarkable. You’ll want to maximize your time there.”
“Will do.” I wave the bellhop off and then knock on the bedroom door. “It’s me. Everything’s okay.”
She opens the door. “I heard someone come into the living room.”
“Just the bellhop.” I shrug. “Apparently we’ve been upgraded to the executive suite.”
She cocks her head. “We have?”
“Yeah. I may have run into some higher-ups in the lobby while grabbing our breakfast.”
Her posture softens. “Oh. So that’s why you took so long getting us breakfast.”
I chuckle. “Networking, I suppose.”
Really more blackmail than networking, but Bianca doesn’t need to know the details. I’ve already riled her up thinking the bellhop was some disguised assassin, so I’ll fill her in on my encounter with Mr. Rose later.
In the meantime, I want to fuck the living daylights out of her in our new and improved suite. “Come on. The bellhop already grabbed our suitcases. Let’s head up.” I hand her one of the keycards.
She places it in a large pocket in her bathrobe and then nods, eyeing my bulge. “Let’s do it.”
We whisk out of the room and take the elevator up to the twelfth floor, following the signs to the executive suite.
It puts our last suite to shame.
Elegant velvet couches in the corner surrounding a marble coffee table and a wood-burning fireplace. A kitchenette stacked to the brim with gleaming stainless-steel appliances. Glossy eggshell tiles on the floor, and an elegant chandelier glowing in the center. In an opposite corner stands a black baby grand piano, and abstract art lines the walls.
Bianca frowns. “Our suitcases aren’t in here.”
“They’re probably in the bedroom,” I growl. “Care to join them in there?”
She grins, fire in her eyes. “I’d love to.” She crosses the room and opens the door to the bedroom. “Harrison, take a look at this!”
I walk in behind her. A majestic four-poster bed in a dark oak frame centers the room. Elegant velvet curtains resembling the ones at Aces surround it. An antique dresser and armoire stand at its side across from a vintage vanity.
But I’m mostly interested in the bed. Especially since Bianca has just lain down on it and spread her legs.
I suck in a breath. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
