ELEVEN
Lying in the middle of Zairn’s bed, still warmed by their latest union, Roxie had never been more relaxed. “What did you tell everyone?”
“Everyone?” he asked, on his side next to her, teasing her with the light sweep of his fingertips.
“The party was still going when I said goodnight,” she said. “There’s no way your secret corner was abandoned. Everyone wants tea with the Emperor.”
“I came upstairs around one. Good thing about being in charge, I don’t owe anyone any explanations.”
“Does Ballard know?”
“That we had s*x in the ladies’ room?”
“I feel sort of privileged,” she said, wiggling her shoulders in a strutting shrug. “Being the first woman you nailed in your remodeled club.” She frowned. “You didn’t nail anyone else in the club tonight, did you?”
“No,” he said on an exh
