Total pages in book: 767
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
“I’m glad we’d already made plans for breakfast, otherwise I’d be standing here lost.” Alena’s wry smile and the way her eyes sparkled made him want to kiss her.
He looked at her lips, and remembered how pretty they’d looked wrapped around his dick.
“I doubt you’d be lost,” he said.
“At five a.m. with nowhere to go, and no plans? That seems like lost to me.”
“The captured queen is never lost, only waylaid.”
Her eyes widened.
Damn it, remembering her sucking his dick had made him speak out of turn. He shouldn’t have mentioned, even obliquely, her submission.
“Maybe you’d care to escort me to the hotel you’re planning to recommend?” Her gaze darted to his bag. “You have your kit with you…”
Alexander nearly choked on his surprise.
Alena’s cheeks heated and she looked away. “I’m so sorry. I forgot that club members aren’t supposed to do things like that.” She adjusted the bag on her arm, then reached for her phone once more. “I’ll find a hotel and—
“We didn’t get our third night,” he said softly. He probably should have taken longer than a few seconds to think about what he was doing.
Alena turned slowly, one brow arched. “Oh?”
“You said you wanted another night.”
“I did. I do. You’re not offended I suggested it.” She gestured to his kit once more.
He shook his head. “No. I would never have proposed it, as we’re too close to the last scene.”
“You’re worried if you suggested it, I’d only agree because I was still feeling submissive?”
“Worry? No. You are perfectly composed. But it wouldn’t be proper.”
“Your faith in me is complimentary, but I assure you I love to make bad decisions.”
That startled a laugh out of him. “I do know a place that will serve us breakfast. Where you can have your bags delivered. But—” He stopped to clear his throat. “But it is not a hotel.”
This is a bad idea. You’re going to scare her.
Alena’s mouth rounded in an “O” and he wanted to lean in and bite her bottom lip.
“You’re talking about your house.”
“I am.”
“Is that allowed?”
Alexander shrugged.
“Right, I forgot you said rules are for other people.”
“If you don’t feel comfortable, which is of course understandable—”
He spoke at the same time she did, saying “That would be lovely but I don’t want to impose.”
They stared at one another.
Her lips twitched. “I must admit I find the idea of a third night with you slightly appealing.”
“You are the one who first suggested it,” he said dryly, while enjoying the way her eyes sparkled as she teased him.
“As long as you promise there will be a chaperone, and that my bedroom door will have a lock…”
Alexander couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed a conversation so much. Still, he had to make sure he wasn’t manipulating her. “I don’t want you to feel obligated.”
“I don’t. I trust you, Alexander.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“And maybe you shouldn’t trust me.” She winked.
Alexander took out his phone and called his driver, speaking to him quickly in German. He hung up and looked at her. “If you’d feel safer taking your own vehicle, I can give you the address.”
Alena slid her arm around his. “Alexander Wagner, correct? With a W? I’ll send myself an email saying that if I disappear, you’re the primary suspect.”
“I’m not entirely sure you’re joking.”
“Oh, I am. I’m going to email my assistant and say that if I disappear she should send the police after Vienna resident Alexander Wagner.” She grinned.
“Is that a yes or no to wanting your own car?”
“I want to ride with you.” She looked at him through her lashes. “I plan to make you feel very guilty as I wince while sitting on my abused ass.”
“Guilty, or aroused?”
“Will the fact that it hurts to sit, and that the hurt makes me remember what it felt like to have you spanking me, arouse you?”
His slacks wouldn’t hide a hard-on the way his leathers did. “Keep teasing me, and I will feel far less guilty than I should.”
Arm in arm they walked to the front doors. A club staff member waited silently, and when a black car pulled up out front, he unlocked the doors to let them out.
Alexander opened the rear car door for Alena, chuckling softly at her exaggerated wince when she sat.
He slid in on the other side, greeted his driver, and then turned to her.
Alena was no longer smiling, but frowning while looking down at her hands, curled loosely in her lap.
She’d changed her mind. He leaned away from her, giving her space. “I’ll drop you off at a hotel, and wait to make sure you get a room.”
“No, it’s not that, but… I need sleep, and some time to work. I hate to make demands when you’re already going out of your way to help me.”
He relaxed. “It is not an imposition.”
The frown melted to a smile and she reached up and touched his cheek. “Have I mentioned how much I like it when you talk? Not that I don’t like it when you’re all forbidding and silent.” She twisted her features into a ferocious frown.