Why the fuck is he here? Doesn’t he trust me? He was supposed to be traveling, goddammit.
I clench my fists. He knows Savannah’s here, but he doesn’t know I was just about to give her her first fuckingorgasm.
I can see her hiding in the doorway to the office like a little snoop, trying to see who’s here. “Go,” I say in a heated breath. “It’s Fabien.”
With a little squeal, she runs.
I look down and realize I’m wearing nothing but boxers and an erection. Shit. I open the door just a crack.
“Where is she?” Fabien grates.
“With me.”
“Where?” he insists.
“She’s here. Where the fuck do you think she is?”
He lets out a labored breath. “I told you to keep her safe,” he growls.
Who the hell does he think he is? I dropped everything in Paris to bring her here. “What do you think I’ve been doing? Why do you think she’s here? Are you out of your mind?”
“She isn’t safe if she’s in yourprivate suite,” he continues.
I know exactly what he means. He knows who I am. What I like.
But he doesn’t have the right to tell me to keep her safe then call the shots about how I do that.
“Nicolette will kill you if she finds out,” he says in a rush. “She’s sleeping since we turned straight around and came back. I told her I’d check on Savannah, and that I trusted you.”
“Have you told her about any of this?”
“It was Nicolette’s idea to come here.”
He tries to push past me to come in, but I’ll have to punch him if he sees her barely clothed, and if he thinks he can just waltz in here and take her from me like that?—
“Get out.”
Behind him, an alarm cuts into the quiet.Shit.
We only have two alarms here. The first is for fire safety, the second is one that the staff or a guest can pull. This isn’t the fire alarm. Reasons for pulling the other alarm could be anything from a fight breaking out to a security breach such as an unauthorized person entering the building.
Fuck.
Fabien already has his phone out. He steps back into the hallway and makes a call.
“Do you know if they were doing alarm testing today?”
His brows are drawn together in an angry slash.
“No, we did it last week. I’ll be right back.”
I can almost feel his angry glare through the door when I shut it in his face.
Savannah’s staring at me when I get back in the room. “What was that all about?”
I sigh. “Fabien and Nicolette are here.”
Savannah grasps her robe and pulls it tighter around herself. “What?”
