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Upstairs.”
Blaine slides off his stool.
“Let’s
continue this conversation in private.”


You
got a room?”

He’s
so close to her now, she’s
probably drowning in his nasty cologne.
“There’s
only one way I imagined this evening ending, Lillian. Of course I got
a room.”

Ugh.

Lillian
gently pulls her hands away from him and remains seated.
“It’s
a shame to waste good scotch. Would you like another?”

There’s
a razor-sharp pause. I imagine the doubt going through Blaine’s
head, and we haven’t
gotten anything we can use for evidence.


What’s
going on here, Lillian?”

I
hear her short, quick breath. She knows, too. Setting down her glass,
she smiles tightly and glances my way. My heart flips twice at the
pleading in her expression. No, Lillian. Don’t!


On
second thought, a room sounds great.”
She loops her hand through his arm.
“Lead
the way.”

She’s
not supposed to leave. I’m
torn between finding Dom and following her. In a split second, I
decide. I need to see which room they are going into, and then I’ll
call Dominic.

I
get up and sneak from the shadows. I follow at a distance until I see
them approach an elevator. The lobby is mostly deserted, so I
maneuver behind the six-foot potted ferns and peek out.

The
elevator opens and they step in. But instead of going up, they go
down.

To
the basement.

Something’s
wrong. Shit. I pull out my cellphone and try to call Dom as I hurry
to the other elevator and stab the call button. It’s
all the way at the top floor, there’s
no time to wait. Damn it! I take the stairs instead, hurrying down.

Voicemail.
“Pick
up, Dom! They’re
heading for the basement!”

I
hang up and try again, but this time I just get beeps. No reception.

I
can’t
stop now, not with Lillian alone with Blaine. I keep heading down
into the depths of the stairwell. Finally I reach the door to the
basement garage and yank it open.

“He
gets everything he wants.” I
hear Blaine’s
voice from somewhere inside “Not
this time. I’m
winning this one!”

The
parking garage is dim and it takes me a second to adjust my eyes. I
spot Blaine pulling Lillian toward a car a few rows away. I crouch
down to stay out of sight and creep after them. I have no idea what
I’m
going to do once I get closer, but I can’t
let Lillian out of my sight.

“I
think you’re
taking this too far, Blaine.” Her
voice shakes. She’s
scared. “You
know I want to help. Just bring the car up from the basement. I’ll
wait for you inside—”

“I’ve
waited for you long enough!” Blaine
suddenly grabs Lillian and slams her backwards into a car. She cries
out in pain. “You
never noticed me, did you? You were so obsessed with Dominic!”

“Please,
Blaine, get hold of yourself.”
Lillian’s
trying her best to keep it together. “Just
calm down, and we can talk about this. Over a romantic dinner—”

“Bullshit!”
Blaine yells.
“Don’t
think I can’t
see what you’re
doing. You’re
toying with me, just like you’ve
kept those Rexford idiots dangling. Well, I’m
not going to fall for it anymore. I should have cut Xander’s
brakes myself!”

He
slaps her across the face, hard. Lillian reels back in shock.

I
panic. He’s
losing it. Even from across the parking garage, I can see his crazed
expression. We didn’t
plan for this, and now Lillian is right in harm’s
way.

Think
.

I
force myself to stay calm. I look around. We’re
alone in the basement. If I tried to run for help, he might spook and
hurt Lillian more. And if he gets her in a car, he could take her
anywhere. Do anything. But what can I do to help?

I
start peering in car windows, still out of sight. I need something to
use as a weapon, anything to stop him before it’s
too late. Finally, just a few cars away from them, I see a toolbox on
the backseat, and beside it, a tire iron.

Yes!

I
try the door, and almost cry out in relief when it opens. Thank God.
I reach inside and grab the tire iron, all the while listening to
Blaine raving, totally out of his mind now.

“You
think I don’t
know you’re
all laughing at me?” he
yells, as Lillian cowers. He’s
gripping her arm so tightly she can’t
get away. “You
and Dom and Xander, you always had everything, and you never let me
in. Well, we’ll
see who’s
laughing when I take the Rexford. I’ll
kill you, and Xander. I’ll
take everything Dom ever loved, until he has nothing!”

I
take a deep breath and start to edge closer. I creep out from the
parked cars and approach Blaine from behind. If I can just get close
enough—

But
I’m
still six feet away when Lillian’s
eyes go wide. She’s
seen me, and she doesn’t
cover quickly enough. Blaine whirls around. There’s
no time. He shoves Lillian aside and lunges toward me as I raise the
tire iron and swing with everything I have.

CRACK.

The
iron catches him on the shoulder. He stumbles with a pained grunt,
but it’s
not enough. He lunges for me again. Lillian leaps up and grabs his
shirt as he comes towards me, but he throws her down and she hits the
concrete with a cry of pain.

“Who
the fuck are you?” Blaine
demands, breathing heavily. “Oh
yeah, the latest whore. Still think your precious Dom is worth all of
this?”

“He’s
ten times the man you’ll
ever be,” I
spit back, wielding the tire iron. I’m
trying to be brave, but I’m
terrified. Blaine is bigger than me, and stronger –
and he’s
got a wild look in his eyes. He’s
not thinking straight right now.

Suddenly,
Blaine lunges again with a savage cry. I try to swing, but I’m
not fast enough. He grabs the tire iron from my hands and yanks it
away. Then he’s
on me, barreling me to the ground. I struggle, but he’s
too big. He gets his hands around my neck, squeezing hard.

I
flail, trying to escape. He’s
crushing my throat. I can’t
breathe!

I
grab Blaine’s
wrists, struggling as my lungs burn for air. He won’t
move. I can’t
do this. Things are just getting hazy, when I hear a loud yell.
Blaine is yanked off me, and air fills my lungs in a cool rush.

I
struggle upright, reeling, in time to see Dom slam Blaine’s
face in a fierce right-hook. Blaine falls to the ground, but Dom
doesn’t
stop.
He hits him hard, over and over, until Blaine’s
face is a broken mess of blood and bone.

“Stop!”
I manage to
gasp, pulling Dom back. “That’s
enough.”

Dom
freezes, panting heavily. “It’s
over,” I
tell him, seeing Lillian sitting up against a car. Even after
everything, she’s
smoothing down her hair and checking her makeup. She’ll
be OK. “It’s
all over now.”

He
holds me close. I hear sirens in the distance as I sink against him,
his arms tight around me like he’s
never letting go.

 

Chapter Eleven

 

It
turns out that the one thing we needed to turn the Rexford around was
a huge, juicy scandal. The press was all over the story before the
cops had finished hauling Blaine Prescott away. His black and blue
face made the cover of every newspaper in town, busted lip and all.
By the next morning, we were fully booked, with a waiting list a mile
long.

The
Rexford is back in business.

I
want to get back to work ASAP, but Dom won’t
hear of it.

“You
need to recover and rest up,” he
insists the next night, when I meet him at the hotel.

“I
can rest at work. At my desk,” I
protest, laughing as he guides me through the lobby. “Now,
are you going to tell me what this surprise is all about?”

“If
I did, then it wouldn’t
be a surprise.” Dom
winks as he hustles me into an elevator.

I
kiss him the minute the doors close, savoring the feel of him against
my body. I expect him to take me to his suite, but instead, when we
get off on the top floor, he takes me to a stairwell, and up another
level.

“I
don’t
think I’ve
ever been up here,” I
say, looking around.

“Just
wait.”

Dom
leads me down a narrow hallway. We’re
under the eaves of the rafters here. “They
used to house the servants up here,”
he tells me.
“Now
it’s
all storage. Almost all.”

He
stops at a door at the end of the hall, and unlocks it with an
old-fashioned key.

The
door swings open, and I gasp.

“Dom!”

I
step inside, not believing my eyes. The small room is like a time
capsule from the past: rich brocade drapes, an antique rug, and a
massive four-poster bed made with fresh linens. But it’s
the view that takes my breath away: all of the city spread before us
out of the window, twinkling like jewels.

“I
don’t
understand. I thought I’d
seen all the guest rooms. This isn’t
on any of the manifests.”

Dom
smiles. “I’ve
been having it restored as a special surprise. A secret. Off the
books. Just for us.”

“Us?”
I’m
overwhelmed. I can’t
believe he found a way to create a secret hideaway for the two of us
right here in the hotel.

“Do
you want a drink?” Dom
asks. “I
have champagne, chocolates,
everything your heart could desire.”

“I
only want one thing,” I
tell him, bold. “You.”

Dom
pauses, and I see the lust flare in his eyes.

“Take
off your clothes and let me look at you.”

The
dominant tone of his voice makes my stomach twist. I shiver, and do
as he says: slowly stripping off my dress and heels until I’m
standing naked in my bra and panties.

Dom
slowly circles me. “God,”
he says, his
voice thick with lust. “From
the moment I first saw you… Nobody
else has this power over me. Only you.”

My
nipples harden. My thighs clench. I’m
already wet, waiting to feel his touch, hear his wicked commands.

“Are
you ready for me?” he
growls. I nod. “Show
me,” he
demands. “I
want to see you touch yourself.”

My
legs go weak, but I manage to stay in place. Slowly, teasingly, I
begin to stroke my breasts and bare stomach. I hold his gaze, showing
him just how much I want him.

I
tug my panties down, kicking them aside. I stroke my clit and moan
softly, and Dom’s
jaw tightens.

“How
do you want it?” he
asks roughly. “Do
you want my hands on you, my fingers inside you? My tongue fucking
your sweet cunt?”

Oh
God, he’s
so hot.

I
could melt in a puddle, but I stand firm and shake my head.

Dom
arches an eyebrow, looking amused. “Say
it.”

I
bite my lip, flushing. “I
want your cock.”

“Where?”
Dom smirks.
He’s
close enough to touch, but the distance between us is electric.

“Inside
me,” I
gasp. “Deep.
Please, Dom. I need you.”

“Then
ride me.”
Dominic yanks his pants down and sits back on the bed. “Ride
my dick and take me as deep as you want.”

Fuck
yes.

I
don’t
need to be told twice. His cock is standing erect, so thick and ready
for me, but I want to make him wait too –
tease him,
just a little.

I
drop to my knees and take him in my mouth.

“Fuck!”
Dom groans as
I take him all the way, lost in the texture and taste of him on my
tongue. Sucking, sliding and caressing with my mouth, I drive him
crazy, right to the brink, just the way he’s
tormented me. Then I rise to my feet.

He
looks like he could devour me right now.

Good.

I
playfully push him back on the bed, then straddle him, positioning
myself over his gorgeous cock. I sink down in one blissful
movement, all the way, taking him right to the hilt.

Fuck.

I
arch, grinding against him. He feels so good inside, every fucking
inch. Dom grabs my hips as I move, helping me glide up and down until
I’ve
found a fast, incredible rhythm. Tilting his hips, he angles his cock
to hit just right, sending shocks through my clit with each thrust.
Fast. Hard.

More.

His
hips slam up into me, thrusting deeper than ever. Fuck. I can’t
hold back, it’s
too good. I come screaming his name, an epic orgasm that shatters me
into a thousand pieces, convulsing so hard I feel his own climax rip
from his body.

We
collapse back on the bed, breathing hard.

“Wow,”
I gasp. “I’m
liking this room already.”

He
chuckles. “Any
time you like, my darling. Just say the word. Always.”

The
word lingers between us with new meaning. I turn to look at him, my
heart suddenly beating faster in my chest.

“Always?”
I echo, not
wanting to hope.

“Forever.”
Dom says, and
I can see it in his eyes, he means it.

Happiness
floods through me.

“Yes,”
I whisper.
“Forever.”

 

THE END

 

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