Page 102 of Brutal Heir

I snatched the phone from her grasp and checked the screen. “A fucking DoubleTree? You think I’m dropping you off at a goddamn budget hotel?”

She lunged for her phone, but I held it out of her reach.

“It’s a personal matter.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I only have a limited amount of euros on me. If I use my bank card, my mother will know I’m in Italy.”

I tucked her phone into the inner pocket of my suit. “You’re not staying at a hotel.”

She lunged for it again. “Give it back.”

I wrapped my fingers around her wrist and pulled her across my lap.

She squirmed as she pushed back against my chest. “I need to find a place to stay until I can rent a room for the month.”

“You’ll be staying under my roof.”

Her head tilted to the side as her lips thinned. “So do you always invite new employees to stay in your home?”

“Only the stubborn American ones.”

Her hips shifted while she again tried to get off my lap, causing my cock to stir further.

Her eyes widened. “That is not a strictly professional response.”

I winked.

She broke free and moved to the other side of the car. “I’m not staying with you. I’m getting a hotel room.”

“Agree to disagree.”

“You said if I stayed, this would be a business relationship only.”

“You will have your own room.”

“Inside your home.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“This is not up for discussion, Sabrina.”

“Finally, something we agree on.” She leaned forward and knocked on the privacy screen. “Driver? Driver! I need to go to the DoubleTree by Piazza dell’Esquilino.”

I wrapped my hand around the silky strands of her ponytail and pulled, yanking her back against her seat.

I then leaned over and wrenched on the seat belt shoulder strap.

As she sputtered and fumed, I buckled her in. “Listen, little one. There isn’t a fucking chance in hell I’m dropping you off at a hotel. So sit back and behave.”

She grasped the seat belt buckle, intent on unlatching it. “You can’t force me to stay with you.”

Keeping my gaze on her, I tapped my knuckle against the privacy screen. It immediately lowered.

Ignoring Sabrina’s snort of indignation, I said, “Take us to the DoubleTree by the Piazza dell’Esquilino.”