“Pleasuring myself? Thinking about fucking my wife?”
“Stop it.”
“Don’t act so embarrassed. You liked it.” He pulls open a minifridge and takes out a beer before collapsing into a chair with a sigh. The can cracks loudly and he takes his time drinking.
I take a second to gather myself. I’m pretty damn mortified, but I have to focus. The dick-stroking isn’t important right now. Hot,but I still have the moral high ground. I turn to him and wave the pages.
“You have to askfirst, before you spend my money. This isn’t some ask forgiveness later bullshit.”
He cocks his head. “I don’t always have the luxury of time.”
“Oh, good word, speaking of luxury—“ I gesture around us. “Do we really need to stay in high end hotels like this?”
His eyebrows raise. “I thought you liked it.”
“I did, when it wasyourmoney.”
The smile he gives me boils my damn blood. “I see, so you’d prefer something else?”
“Yes, asshole. These rooms are ridiculously overpriced.”
“Alright. That can be arranged.”
“Why did we move, anyway?”
“I tried to kill Aslan tonight. It didn’t go to plan. This move is a safety precaution.”
I cut my eyes to the door toward the jacket and back to the bathroom. “Is that why you’re all bloody?”
“Taking the Dragon seat is an ugly business.”
“Are you… okay?”
He shrugs, fingers pressing at his chest, approximately where that jacket has a hole. “I’ll be fine. Worried about me?”
“Pretty sure if you die, I’m screwed, so yeah.”
His grin is enormous. He takes a long drink and exhales. “Now you’re getting it. We’re in this together, baby.”
“Stop calling me that.” I slam the invoices back down on the nightstand. “Refrigerators? Really?”
“I can’t exactly putmercenaries, guns, and grenadesin writing.”
“Okay, that’s a good point.”
“If it helps, the operation went okay. We got half their leadership and one of the traitors.” His expression hardens as he looks away. “But Marat escaped.”
My stomach twists. I remember that old Russian dickhead from the meeting. “He was a traitor?”
“That’s the only reason I didn’t rip out his fucking tongue for speaking disrespectfully about you. I needed him alive. He led us to Aslan.”
I sink down onto the bed, chewing on my lip. “This is complicated.”
“It’s fun.”
“Not my idea of it.” I pull back the covers and curl up. “I’ll sign in the morning, but don’t do this again. I want approvalfirst, okay?”
“Whatever you want.” I hear him stand and the lights flick out. I expect him to leave the room, but instead, I feel him climb in beside me.
