Room Service

“Mr. Ellis, you’re under arrest,” Locke informs Ellis, reading him his rights as he struggles to put cuffs on the outraged Ellis.

He tugs his hands away from the chief, but my men are there to assist. “For what? I didn’t hire anyone or steal Sandy’s purse.”

“It’s Cassandra. Lie all you want. You’re under arrest for attempted abduction, assault, and conspiracy to commit robbery.”

“I’m sure there’s more, but that will do for now.”

“Charles.” My eyes dart to my woman. She’s beautiful, standing there in just my clothes and her sandals, hard nipples pebbling, even though I feel like taking her over my knee and spanking her ass.

“Sandy.” She tenses up when he calls her name.

“It’s Cassandra,” I remind the fuck.

“I see what it is. You’re framing me so you can be with her. That’s what this is. I’ll have my lawyers sue you for everything you have.”

“You could try, but I’m not the one far from home. You’re on camera arriving before Cassandra. In fact, the airport has you on camera swiping her luggage.”

“You don’t have proof of that. The cameras were down in the airport.”

“There are plenty of working cameras here in the hotel when you checked in.” I shake my head. “You didn’t trust the limo company to keep her things secure, did you?”

“I can’t believe you,” Cassandra hisses, glaring at her stepbrother and former boss. I want to kick his ass even more than I wanted to before.

“He’s lying to you. He just wants to get in your pants.”

Marco hands me his tablet that has the footage. “Swee—Ms. Tate, is this your luggage?” I’m not trying to spread gossip just yet and besides, I can’t look at her without my cock jerking in my pants. Formality is necessary at the moment until things are settled between us.

“Yes. Oh my goodness. Why?”

“I don’t have anything to say until I speak to my lawyer.”

“I’ll need access to his room and anything inside. I’m sorry, Ms. Tate, but I can’t let you have access to any of it.” She nods, and I give the okay for the chief to search the room.

“Certainly—he’s no longer a guest at my hotel.”

Chief Locke takes Ellis out in cuffs.

“Please follow me to my office, Ms. Tate,” I command. Before we walk away, I tell Marco to clear the lobby of all the damn onlookers.

Chapter Five

Cassandra

Shit. He’s gone for full formality. Have I blown it with him? A wave of sadness engulfs me. I can’t lose him. He was so pissed when he left, and then I reminded myself that I was just as upset when I thought he was kicking me out. I left the villa without thinking because I needed to get to him.

“Is there a reason you’re still in my clothes?” he bites out.

“Um…” Because they smell like him, and I couldn’t force myself to change, but that’s too much vulnerability for me to share. The man has changed me in a day to a woman I don’t recognize, but I welcome her as long as he’s with me.

He runs his fingers through his sexy dark hair, making me want to replace his hands with mine. “Come on. Please don’t lie to me. I’ve had enough of it.”

“I haven’t lied to you at all.”

“No? You are ready to run after promising to stay.”

“Run? I’m still in your clothes, aren’t I?”

I see a hint of hope in his gorgeous caramel eyes, but he juts his chin and responds, “Yes. And you haven’t answered my question. Why are you?”

“Because I’m not ready to leave you.”

“As in you need a couple of hours?”

“No. I want to see where this goes. I don’t have anything to my name until I get in touch with my bank and straighten things out, but that money will run out sometime. I might have to find a job here, or go home and look for another.”

“Enough.” He pulls me in and crushes his lips to mine. “You’re mine. You don’t have to work outside the home if you don’t want to. I want you in my life for the rest of my days. There’s nothing that you need to do, except be the woman you are.”

He pins me between him and the desk, my ass hitting the top. “I’m going to fuck you like you deserve. Hard and rough. I want everyone to know I’m drilling your brains out because you decided to come here in my fucking clothes to tease me.”

“Tease you,” I pout, thinking I looked kind of bummy.

“Yes. You look so damn sexy in my things. Your big tits pressed tightly in the tee so that your hard nipples jut against the material. Your pussy scent all over my boxers drives me wild. Turn around,” he orders. “Letting that fuck Charles know that you spent the night with me, my marks all over you. Bad girl. Did you enjoy that?”