“This isCraig.”
“I suppose I should thank you for keeping my girloccupied.”
“The pleasure was allmine.”
“I’m sure that it was.” Tristan’s eyes are narrowed, and I hear a possessive tone in his voice. “Are you ready to go up,love?”
Love?
“I am.” I turn around and smile at Craig. “Goodluck.”
“No luck needed. I’m done too, now that my lady luck isleaving.”
Tristan places his hand inside mine and leads me toward the elevators. I say lead because he’s walking so fast that he’s practically dragging me across the casinofloor.
“Is somethingwrong?”
“Don’t talk to me rightnow.”
“Tristan… did I do something to upsetyou?”
“You heard me, bebelle.” Shit. He’s using his Dom tone. His commandvoice.
The tension in the elevator as we rise to the top floor is suffocating. I want so badly to ask him again what is wrong, but something deep inside urges me to keep my mouthshut.
He unlocks the door and holds it open for me. That’s Tristan—he treats me like a queen in public and like a whore behind closeddoors.
A gleam enters his eyes. It’s one that could only belong to a predator, full of both heat and anticipation, making me breathless and edgy. “Are you going to tell me what I’vedone?”
“Bedroom.Now.”
I do as he orders, turning around to face him once we’re next to the bed. “Are you going to tellme?”
“You think that you can cozy up with another man while I’m yourDom?”
Is he serious? He thinks I’d bother with another man when I have him? “I didn’t cozy up with thatman.”
“Then what did youdo?”
“I was keeping myself occupied while I waited for your business meeting to beover.”
“You were occupying yourself with anotherman.”
Well, I’ll be damned. Tristan Broussard is jealous. “I was gambling. He just happened to be sitting besideme.”
“You belong to me, bebelle. I don’t want another man to ever be under the impression that he can have you as long as you’re withme.”
“I told him that I was here withsomeone.”
“And he still asked you to come to hisroom.”
Tristan was clearly standing there listening for a while. “He asked, and Ideclined.”
“He shouldn’t have had the opportunity toask.”
“Are you going to punishme?”
“Yes, bebelle. I am definitely going to punishyou.”
