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She stares at me, her face scrunched up.

“That’s really fucking weird. And don’t ever come into my room without my permission.” I kick up a smile as she pushes past me. “But I really need to pee, so whatever.”

“I believe you owe me a favor for this.” She swings around in shocked horror, and again I try not to laugh.

“For saving me from five minutes and a bill for requesting another room key?”

“In your state, it would’ve been a lot longer than five minutes.”

Her lips curve into a wicked grin as she saunters up to me. I know what she’s doing, and it’s fucking working. She grabs the lapels of my jacket. “And what type of state might I be in, Mr. Blue Eyes?”

My eyebrows shoot up. “Mr. Blue Eyes?” I repeat. My cock twitches as I stare at her lips. Fuck, I want her so badly.

“It’s better than asshole, isn’t it?” she asks innocently, and pouts. My cock jumps again at those beautiful, full lips.

Too fucking temping. When I slowly lean in, she pulls back with a smile. Teasing me. I grab her by the throat, and her grin widens. I want her. Fuck, do I want her. But I wantherto come tome. Sober.

“And I thought you so badly needed to pee?” I ask.

It’s as if she’s just remembered as the urgency sparks again, and she flips me the bird over her shoulder. “Whatever. I owe you one.”

I call out behind her, “See you in the morning, milady.”

“Fuck you,” I hear her say, and I chuckle as I close the door.

I’m certain that whatever she drank tonight, she’ll regret it tomorrow. Or more likely, she’ll regret agreeing to owing me a favor.

I step into the elevator and select my floor. It’s not until the doors open and I step off that I go to grab my key. Except, I realize it’s not in my pocket anymore.

I can’t help the smile that spreads over my lips. That conniving little vixen. She pickpocketed my card. A grand little thief who can’t hold back on her own temptations and part of me already has suspicions as to why. But right now, all I can think about and imagine is her self-satisfied smile in her room.

CHAPTER 13

Alina

My head hurts. A lot.

I groan at the headache pounding in my skull.

Shit, what did I say to Honey and Rya last night?

Oh gosh, I accused them of wanting to traffic me.

I bury my head deeper into my pillow when there’s knocking on my door.

Is that what woke me up?

I bet it’s him again, but this time I welcome the coffee. I fell asleep in my clothes again and don’t even bother finding anything else to change into as I pull the door open.

“You better—” The words die on my lips when I discover room service waiting at the door with a tray.

“Good morning. I have your breakfast order,” he says. I politely smile and step back so he can enter.

I stand to the side as the waiter carries the tray in and begins setting covered plates on the table. Wow, this is definitely better than just coffee, but I don’t recall ordering it.

Maybe I ordered it before I fell asleep?

“How much do I owe you?” I ask.