The minute the driver opens the door, I step out and then turn with my hand out to assist Margo. My eyes dart down to her sexy long legs, and I wonder if she knows how much she turns me on with those damn skirts she flits around in all the time. I wonder if she does it intentionally to drive me out of my fucking mind. The whole naughty businesswoman look she has going on works well for her. Even when she wears those little black-rimmed glasses, she’s still hot as hell.
We’re immediately greeted by a short, pudgy man wearing a black suit with his black hair slicked back like he’s a 1940s mobster. “Good afternoon, Mr. King. My name is Coleman, and I’ll be your personal concierge during your stay. Allow me to escort you to your room.” After a quick snap of his fingers, two bellhops rush to the back of the car to retrieve our luggage before following us into the hotel.
The elevator doors ding before opening, and I stop myself from placing my hand on the small of Margo’s back. I cannot allow myself to touch her because whenever I do, strange things happen to me. The last time we touched was in my office when she grabbed my cock and told me that I was the one who was fucked. She rattled me. I hadn’t expected her to do that so it threw me off for a brief moment. But now that I know what she’s capable of, I won’t allow her to ever gain the upper hand again. I have to be careful and keep her at a distance.
Silence surrounds us once we’re shut inside the tiny space and begin ascending, but it’s not awkward. Either Margo and I are doing our best to ignore one another or we’re at each other’s throats. There isn’t any middle ground between us where we can just be casual. Diem’s right. We can’t go on like this. I need to work on being friendlier. Having her favorite things on the plane was a small start, but I’m going to have to step it up a notch and dial my personality down a bit. The last thing I need is to fight with this woman in Yamada’s presence. He’d have a fucking field day with that shit. I don’t need him thinking that she has the upper hand in this situation.
The elevator dings and Coleman smiles. “Ah, here we are. Right this way to the Provocateur Suite.”
Margo’s shoulders stiffen as she halts in her tracks. “What happened to the Paradise Tower Penthouse that I booked?”
Coleman frowns. “We emailed you earlier this morning to notify you that the Paradise Penthouse would be unavailable for your stay this weekend. Our last guests . . . well, let’s just say they put the room out of commission for a bit. It’s in desperate need of repairs, and since this was a last-minute booking, I’m afraid the only penthouse that we have available for your duration is the Provocateur Suite.”
Margo shakes her head, causing her black curls to bounce around. “You can’t honestly expect me to stay there with my boss. I didn’t mind sharing a traditional penthouse, but this is unacceptable.”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Buchanan. Like we explained on the phone at the time of your reservation, this weekend we have several major events and conventions, and we are completely booked.”
Margo sighs and her shoulders slump. “Okay. Since I really don’t have a choice in the matter, but—” she swings around and points her gaze directly at me “—I expect you to remain professional.”
I hold up my hands in surrender. “I don’t have the slightest idea of what you mean. It’s a room for Christ’s sake, Margo.”
“It’s not just any room. It’s the sex slave suite,” she whispers harshly.
My eyebrows jerk up in surprise. I was definitely not expecting this curveball. “This room is right down your twisted little path, but I swear to God if you spend the weekend tying up random women in a place that we have to share, you might not leave with your balls intact,” she fires at me.
A grin spreads across my face. Her spunk is absolutely the hottest fucking thing I’ve seen in a long time. “Margo, the only woman I plan on tying up this weekend is you.”
I know I just said I shouldn’t touch her, but I don’t think that’s going to be possible. Especially not while being reminded of sex every time I turn around in the room we’re sharing. She’s too damn sexy, and I won’t be able to resist the temptation.
Margo’s nostrils flare. “Don’t count on it, King.”
We stand there staring each other down. Both of us determined to be the one who comes out the victor this weekend.
Coleman clears his throat next to us. “Okay, then, why don’t I show you to the suite?”
I roll my shoulders and straighten my tie but never take my eyes off Margo. “Lead the way, Coleman.”
“Right away, Mr. King. This way.”
We follow behind him in silence. This woman knows how to push my buttons like no other. If I’m being honest, I like that she challenges me. I’ve never had a woman do that before, and in an odd way, it’s refreshing. She’s not like all the other fucking doormats who typically surround me and do whatever I say just because of who I am.