CLAUDE
I DIDN'T HAVE the damn key to our room, which was why I'd been standing here for Gods knew how long, feeling more pissed off with every second.
"You're alone," a voice cut through my thoughts. "I'm surprised."
I whipped my head toward the sound. Amelia was standing there, in a short, pleated skirt, black bra barely covering anything, a gold leash around her neck. She held the end of it in her hand and started walking toward me like she owned the damn place.
"Amelia," I muttered, shifting my weight to the other foot, my body tense as she got closer.
"You didn't look so thrilled to be here the first night," she said, a sly smirk curving her lips. I chuckled. No s**t. I'd been questioning my decisions-whether I was making a mistake, whether this was what I really wante
