Niklaus caught Freya's wrist, pushed open her door, and casually walked into her room while she stared in disbelief.
Freya's brows furrowed. "This is my room. What do you want?"
A cold smirk played on Niklaus's lips. "To shower and sleep."
His tone was casual, but Freya could sense he was deliberately trying to provoke her.
She'd booked a master suite with one king-sized bed and an elegant window daybed. There was nowhere else to rest. Either she'd have to endure sharing the bed with him, or she'd end up on that small daybed while he sprawled comfortably on the bed she'd paid for.
"Go back to your own room," Freya said, pressing her lips together in displeasure.
Though the resort didn't have a presidential suite, each room featured a private hot spring.
"We're mates,
