Page 26 of His To Obey

“I explained that I had an appointment I couldn’t miss.”

“We had a very important client come in today and it was vital you see how we manage their fiscal goals.” I explained adjusting the watch on my wrist.

“I’ve managed fiscal goals before.” A low growl sounded from my throat.

“That fuckin’ mouth.” I spoke before grabbing her bags tossing a fifty on the counter and heading for the reception desk. It took a little while, but I finally heard her feet behind me. By then I had just arrived at the counter and placed her bags on the floor next to me.

“Hello sir, name for your reservation?” A spunky younger chick with blonde hair spoke blinking her eyes way too many damn times.

“Hello, how are you? The reservation was cancelled but I need to set up a room for two weeks for my colleague.” I tried to give her my million-dollar smile to smooth things over.

“I’ve tried this, their booked.” Blythe spoke in a condescending tone behind me. When I turned to look at her, she was staring at her long nails.

“Yes, sir she is indeed correct. We are fully booked for a convention.” I bit the inside of my cheeks to help me calm down. This shit was not the plan, and I hated this was my result.

“What about a suite? You don’t reserve something for situations like this?”

“Usually, we have one or two available, but the convention is a major event once a year and majority of the hotels max out.” I scratched my head and thanked Blinky for her time.

“What now?” Blythe asked from behind me. Looking down at my watch I noticed it was almost nine.

“You hungry?” Just as I spoke her stomach growled loudly. She grabbed it and looked away embarrassed. “Come on.” I led the way to my car and placed her bags in the trunk. Opening her door, I motioned for her to get in. Rounding the car, I exhaled before getting in. Not wanting to argue with her I reached across her and grabbed her seatbelt. She flinched and I raised my hand in surrender.

“Just strapping you in.”

“I can do it.” I nodded before starting the car and pulling out of the lot.

Every so often I would steal glances in her direction and couldn’t help but to admire her beauty. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and I could see every feature on her face. She had small barely noticeable freckles on her high cheek bones. Her natural lashes were long and straight. Her bottom lip stuck out just a little more than her top lip. And her nose was small with a tiny nose ring. She was damn near perfect, even in the dark.

“Where are we going?” She spoke breaking my concentration. We were stopped at a red light, and I used that time to look her over more.

“To get food and work on a place to stay. You trust me?”

“No.” She spoke before I could even finish my sentence. Chuckling I continued our drive heading for the steak house I frequented.

The music played low keeping the car from being completely silent. She refused to even look over in my direction, and I know she felt my gaze land on her more than once. She focused her attention out the window, sightseeing. I will admit St. Louis had some beautiful views. I was gonna miss being here full time.

“Why did you cancel my reservation?”

“There are a few things I take very serious Blythe, business being one of them. If I made changes to the schedule, it’s not negotiable. Plan accordingly or I cancel your plans completely.” I looked over at her, and her eyes were on me.

“I couldn’t change that appointment. It was important.”

“You made a choice. Next time you won’t be able to call my momma and snitch on me.” I looked her way again with a slight smirk. I couldn’t believe her ass had my momma up late calling my phone about her. I could tell my mom liked Blythe because any other time she let me run my business the way I saw fit no questions asked. But with her she adjusted, had her shadowing me and being in my space for two whole weeks. She didn’t even ask for my input just told me to make the arrangements. Not to mention no other candidates would be getting this same opportunity.

Pulling up to valet I hopped out before they could open her door.

“Don’t touch her door.” I spoke with my voice laced in venom. The young skinny Hispanic boy threw his hands up and rounded the car. I pulled her door open and reached my hand out for hers. She looked at it hesitantly. “For once let someone help your stubborn ass. Give me your damn hand Blythe so we can go feed your hungry ass.” She squinted her eyes and clinched her teeth before placing her small hand in mine and allowing me to help her out of the seat.

“Thank you.” I nodded and walked next to her. I opened the door and stepped in first and glanced around before allowing her to step in behind me.

“Hello, do you have a reservation?”

“Nah.”

“No problem. Table for two?”

“Yes please. Booth.” I hated sitting at the tables out in the open. I needed to have privacy.