He made his way down the hallway toward her bedroom door and set the tray down on the floor.
Shit, he should go get the stuff he’d bought for her. That would go a long way to smoothing things over.
Women couldn’t resist gifts. He knew that much.
Moving back to his room, he grabbed the bag of clothes that he’d had one of the dancers at the club pick up. He set it down by the tray of coffee.
He grabbed the key where it rested on the door frame. After unlocking the door, he opened it.
“Pequeña, I owe you—”
“Let me out, you psycho f*****g bastard!”
Hernán barely had time to brace himself as a whirlwind of bare skin and dark hair threw herself at him. Fists and feet were flying as he caught her.
“I’m not eating any more of your disgusting slop! I want out of here! You can’t keep me pris
