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“Try me.” I throw her a glare that would have my men scrambling for cover, but the feisty little thing just stares back at me defiantly.
What happened here? When did I lose my edge over this woman? Oh right, it was likely at some point last night when she had me on my knees worshipping at the altar between her thighs.
I take a step toward her, and panic flares across those expressive emerald orbs.
Now that’s more like it.
She staggers back a step, and I lunge.
“No!” she squeals as I wrap my arms around her torso and toss her over my shoulder. She kicks and squirms despite that wrapped ankle, and I’m proud of her. At least I know she wouldn’t go down without a fight should the worst happen.
The mere thought sends my heart into a panic. What if I hadn’t been here? Would Jasper have taken her? In the month the man spent as my captive, he frequently spoke of his ex-wife longingly. He was obsessed with her that was clear, but to what lengths would he go to get her back?
As she fights against me, I pull out my phone and shoot a quick message to Max. He must be nearby, he always is, which is exactly why I hired him.
“You can’t just kidnap me again,” she shrieks.
“This is different, it’s for your safety.”
“Why do you care anyway?”
I smack her on the ass, and she lets out an enticing squeal. “You know why.”
“No, I don’t.” Her tiny fists batter my back. It’s a good thing the burns I suffered all those years ago deadened most of my nerve endings. My little fox is a spirited thing.
“This is your last chance to pack a bag, or you’ll have to make do with what’s on your back.”
“But I’m in my nightgown!”
“Exactly.” A wicked grin tips up the corners of my lips. My little fox in nothing but a nightie for the next few days sounds heavenly. Even better, I’m fairly certain she’s not even wearing panties unless she snuck them on when I wasn’t looking. The idea of unfettered access to that sweet pussy has my cock hardening, despite the traumatic start to the day.
“Fine, you infuriating beast,” she hisses out. “Put me down so I can pack.”
“Don’t even try to run. You know you’ll only end up hurting yourself, and I’ll catch you anyway.”
“Blah, blah, blah.”
I gently place her down on the floor, and she shoots me the three-finger salute. I nearly die of shock.
“Read between the lines,” she grits out.
A chuckle parts my lips, releasing the tight set of my jaw. “You really are something else, little fox.”
“Fork you,” she mutters as she marches up the steps.
I watch her take the steps gingerly, but I’m pleased to see she’s finally able to put more weight on her ankle. I need her in fighting form for what’s to come next.
“Why didn’t you tell me you lived at the Waldorf Astoria?” Maisy stares up at the iconic hotel as Max unloads the car. Towering columns frame the entrance, adorned with intricate detailing, creating a sense of timeless elegance. The exterior architecture, a blend of art deco and neoclassical styles, exudes a regal charm, exactly what I need when entertaining the cream of Manhattan’s crop.
I shrug in response to her question as Max passes by, struggling with Maisy’s luggage. When I’d said to pack a bag, she’d filled two suitcases worth of clothing and a carry-on brimming with toiletries.
Cazzo, perhaps I’d been too hasty with this arrangement.
Not to mention the fact I’d never okayed any of it with Marco. Fortunately, my brother was out of town for the week, and with any luck, I’d have Jasper six feet under by the time he returned.
“Come, follow me.” I motion toward the red-carpeted entrance. I lead Maisy through a set of imposing glass doors, which are flanked by impeccably uniformed doormen, ready to welcome guests into Manhattan old world luxury.
With Maisy’s upbringing I’m certain she’s quite used to the pomp and circumstance but perhaps she didn’t expect it from me.
