"Her?"
Musaev Jr. turned around, his sharp eyes scanning the closed door at the end of the hall with a knowing glance.
"She's probably been dragged back to her den."
Abby chuckled, interpreting this as a declaration of ownership.
"I see, you don't want anyone else laying eyes on Miss Musaev, so you've stashed her away!"
Musaev Jr. touched his tongue to the inside of his cheek, his tone laced with dry humor. "Mr. Abby, your insight never ceases to amaze me."
"Come on, then," Abby said, slinging an arm over Musaev Jr.'s shoulder. "Since the ladies aren't joining us, let's focus on business. Plenty of new faces here tonight."
Inside the room, Emma finally let out the moans she'd been holding back for so long.
"Hunter, you bastard!"
The bath was positioned close to the hallway, and wh
