low

ck's suite our home. I started by calli

s a m

ontempt. One of them, a Hang-around not even w

too hard. A girl like you

u're just Colby's sloppy seconds.

hing out now would be pointless. I had no real autho

stare, memorizing their faces, the temporary

into the night, when Frederick finally returned. He lo

ed, surprised to s

r Cut from his shoulders. It was the first time I'd done something so

e asked, rubbing the

ht in the eye. "I want to make this roo

deliberately, tes

authority over this suite. Incl

appened, calmly and w

," I finished, framing it not as a personal

al cold. The one thing a man like him could not tolerat

, his expression unreadable. Then

those Hang-arounds to my door. No

mix of emotions in his eyes. Appreciation, ma

y chin up with his thumb so

aid, his voice a low, possessive growl. "You handle it howe

permission. A blank

way outside, followed by nervou

ked back through those doors with his mistress on his arm, expe