ASHLEY
"One deluxe suite, please."
What the hell is happening?
He’s really doing this.
He’s really checking us into a hotel.
To f**k.
I should walk out right now before this gets worse. Before I turn into whatever version of myself crawls into that hotel bed and forgets everything he’s already done to me. Before I forget how he made me feel small. Replace it with how good he smells. How hard he gets when I touch him. How rough he gets when he forgets to hold back.
The receptionist gives him a key card.
He turns.
Meets my eyes.
My throat closes.
There’s nothing soft about his expression. I thought he was kidding when he appeared in my office. Just Beckett, being Beckett—hot, smug, impossible. I thought it was another game. Another mindfuck to remind me he still has the upper han
