Hideaway (Devil's Night 2)

You said you wanted to be hunted. God, why had I thought of that after all this time? I almost closed my eyes at the memory.

His smell, his mouth, his body pressing into mine…. He was as cold as ice all the time.

Until he wanted it. I knew just how greedy he could get then.

The pulse between my legs began throbbing, and I yanked the envelope out of his hands and stood up straight.

“Can I do anything else for you, Mr. Mori?”

He dropped his hand to the armrest and appeared to focus back on the card game. “Go restock towels for the guests in the pool.”

I arched an eyebrow. “I’m not here to wait on your friends.”

“You’re here for me and whatever I tell you to do.” He pinned me with a warning look. “Unless you want to go back to Thunder Bay and tell Gabriel you broke the contract.”

Yeah, you might just love that, huh? You’ve got the keys and codes to the hotel, haven’t signed the contract yet, and the blame would fall on me for breaking the deal.

Holding Kai’s glare, I stalked out of the room, hearing Michael’s voice behind me. “They’re in the hallway closet upstairs!”

I gritted my teeth, seething as chuckles drifted out of the room behind me. Fuckers.

Rounding the corner, I slipped in between people, and grabbed hold of the railing, climbing the stairs quickly. I wasn’t in any hurry to be of service, but I wanted out of here, and as soon as they got their damn towels, I was leaving with or without his permission.

/> The music downstairs faded, and I reached the top, a large open area full of TVs, couches, and a few people greeted me.

I continued down the hallway, in the dark, opening a few doors to find a couple bedrooms, a bathroom, and an office, before opening another and finally finding shelves of bedding and towels neatly stacked. I started plucking out as many towels as I could carry.

“Hi.”

I jumped, my breath catching in my throat. The young woman from the poker game earlier peeked around the open door, her hand on her hip.

“I’m Alex,” she told me.

“I know who you are.”

I grabbed one more towel and added it to the stack in my arm.

“I’ll take that as a good thing.”

Take it however you like.

“I can’t believe Rika tolerates your presence,” I said, closing the closet door. “How many of her guests are you making clients tonight?”

But to my surprise, she laughed. “Not working tonight, actually.”

A twinkle lit up her eyes, and I had to hand it to her. I’d been purposefully rude, but she rolled with it like a champ.

“And Rika likes having me everywhere,” she taunted, leaning in. “She thinks I’m a good kisser.”

Yeah, okay.

“Women are typically better kissers in my experience, anyway,” she continued, giving me a look up and down that suddenly made me hyper-aware. “I mean, men have no idea what to do with their tongues.” She laughed. “I charge them extra for the kissing.”

My mind drifted back to when I’d kissed Kai, and the nerves under my skin sparked to life. Kai definitely knew what to do with his tongue.

Alex went on, rolling her eyes. “It’s either, I’m an ice cream cone”—she closed her eyes and licked the air, grunting and making exaggerated movements with her tongue—“or it’s like tornado-fucking-alley with that thing.” And again, she closed her eyes, making circles in the air with her tongue and demonstrating a cyclone. “It’s like, I’m sorry. Am I supposed to need a bib when I kiss you?”

She winced, and I couldn’t help but breathe out a little laugh. Thank goodness I hadn’t had the same misfortune. I’d probably be tempted to bite anything stuck in my mouth that wasn’t pleasant to be there.