Rett

Closing Emma’s door, I scanned both directions and found only an empty hallway. A quick text to Ian and seconds later, I had his reply.

“I’M SORRY, SIR. I ASSUMED YOU’D BE STAYING.”

Of course he did. It wasn’t that I hadn’t considered the possibility. Emma was fucking spectacular tonight. Before I arrived at her suite, I wasn’t certain what I’d find. Would she be compliant and be ready to dine, or would she be ...