CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“You know, dinner was a nice surprise, but your, ‘Let’s take this upstairs line’ was cheesy,” Layla said while being dragged down the corridor of the hotel she and Ruger just ate dinner in.
“How else did you want me to say it?” he said, turning to walk backward, bringing her hand up to his mouth. “You want me just to come out and say, ‘Hey, baby, I booked a room, get your panties off’ would that have worked?”
“Maybe,” she said, grinning. The wine had been sweet, and Ruger attentive. It was a night of seduction to be sure and she should have figured out his intentions when he said they were eating in the hotel restaurant. “But just because you bought me dinner doesn’t mean I owe you anything.”
“No, that’s true,” he said, pulling her up to a room door and caging her agai
