“Do you own them both?” Why was she whispering, as though this were a library or a church?
“Nah.” He stepped back so she could precede him. “The sheik of a small desert kingdom owns the other. He keeps his current mistress in the suite.” Jason stepped up behind her to let the door close, his breath caressing the back of her head for a second. “I haven’t stayed here for a while, so I don’t know who is in residence this month.”
She gasped. “It varies that frequently?” Did all wealthy men change women like underwear? Her gaze softened as she glanced at Jason, who had set their bags near the door. Judging by his devotion to his wife, he didn’t have the same propensity.
He shrugged. “I might be exaggerating a tad.” Jason took her arm in a light hold, moving her forward. “Let me show you arou
