That night, Isis sat in her hotel room waiting for Gage. He went to the club with the guys so they wouldn’t think he and Isis were sleeping together. He didn’t want anyone to harass her. Only he could do that. A knock came at the door, expecting Gage to be there.
“Flowers for Miss Evans.”
“Oh. Thank you. Let me give you a tip.” She turned to grab her purse.
“No, ma’am. That’s been taken care of. They instructed me to not let you do that. Here, there’s a card. Have a nice evening,” the bellhop said as he turned and left.
Smelling the roses, she looked at the card.
My goddess,
Come to my room in half an hour. Don’t talk. This is a lesson in listening.
Your sweet tormentor.
Gage
Isis assumed that meant to not say anything at all. She rolled her eyes with a giggle at his silly request
