Tatum
I falter as soon as I step inside the vast hotel suite. There is an entrance hall with a huge chandelier hanging down. Ford grabs my hand, “don’t be nervous, it’s just a room.”
“This is not a room, this is an entire luxe apartment, Ford,” I say in wonderment as I see double glass doors in front of me that open to a large seating area with blue velvet couches in front of each other and a glass, smoked table between them. At the back I can see French doors that open onto an iron balcony.
“Come on, don’t be shy,” he pulls me along. He doesn’t have his sports bag with him, one of his omegas has taken it and done whatever happens to it.
He leads me through the entrance area to the lounge and turns to stand in front of me. Ford lowers his head; my heart rate begins to pick up as my s
