Page 114 of A Dangerous Kind of Love

“That sounded dirty.”

“I meant for it to,” he says, grinning. Heat creeps up my neck.

The doors open, and he steps on, pressing two. Then he’s kissing me. I melt into it. His grip tightens, pulling me closer. The elevator stops, but we don’t. The doors open. A throat clears, and I drop my face into his shoulder.

“Good evening, Boss.”

“Marco.”

“Miss Katie.”

I turn to look at him. “Hi, Marco.” I mumble to Michael, “Put me down.”

Michael smiles, enjoying this way too much, but he sets me on my feet anyway. I tuck myself into his side and avoid eye contact with Marco.

“I was just finishing up for the night,” Marco says.

“Anything I need to know?” Michael asks.

“It can wait until tomorrow.”

“Good. Goodnight.”

I glance up as Marco nods to Michael and looks straight at me.

“Goodnight, Miss Katie.”

I manage a small smile. “Night.”

“That was embarrassing as hell,” I say, as Michael turns and starts down the hall.

“Doll, people are around. It’s bound to happen again.”

“I don’t like it.” I say.

“But you like me,” he says, grabbing my hand.

“For some stupid reason.”

He ignores that, and stops at a door, pushing it open. He flips on a light, and I freeze.

“Shut the fuck up.”

The room is massive. The ceilings stretch up higher than they should. Everything is dark—rich wood, black accents, and low lighting that makes everything feel expensive. The bed sits raised against a wall on a wide platform. It’s the focal point, and everything else was built around it. There’s a sitting area off to one side with a couch and a glass table, and even that belongs in a showroom somewhere.

I turn, taking it all in. “This is your bedroom?”

“Last I checked.”

Smartass. I push him away from me and drift toward the windows. I step closer, my reflection staring back at me for a second before I focus past it. It’s dark. It’s all open land stretching out into nothing. There are no lights or houses. There’s no movement. It’s only black with the faint outline of trees in the distance. There is no one around for miles.

“Shit,” I breathe.

I turn back toward the room and spot the bathroom. The second I step inside, I stop again.

“Okay, this is stupid.”

The shower alone is bigger than my entire bathroom. It has glass walls, double showerheads built into opposite sides, and is clearly meant for more than one person. There’s a clawfoot tub set off to the side, and a countertop that stretches way too far along the wall with two sinks spaced out. Everything in here matches the rest of the room. I run my fingers along the edge of the counter, shaking my head a little.