That was all I needed.
I walked into the hotel like I’d done it a thousand times. Like I wasn’t already soaking through the thin fabric of my dress. My heels clicked against the marble floor as I rode the elevator up, heart pounding like a damn drum. I’d never seen his face. Just his voice. His filthy, commanding voice over the phone.
The moment the elevator chimed and the doors slid open, I knew there was no turning back. Room 708 waited at the end of the hallway. My legs felt like jelly as I approached, every inch of my body tingling with anticipation. I raised my hand, but before I could knock, the door swung open.
He stood there—tall, sharp-jawed, and dangerous.
Dark eyes dragged over my body slowly, like he was stripping me bare with his gaze alone. "You followed instructions?" he
