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That’s all I need.
He’s mine.
Now, I just have to find out what room is his… and give him a little surprise.
The wheels are already turning as I head to meet Malik.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
MALIK
Indigo stands at the front desk, draped in those damn leather pants she made me pack, the ones that hug every inch of her like a second skin. Paired with a red off-the-shoulder top speckled with tiny white polka dots, she looks like some forbidden pinup girl. Her dark hair is twisted into a high bun, but she’s left a single barrel curl loose, framing her face like an old-school vixen. She’s a walking wet dream, and she fucking knows it.
I lean against a column, keeping just enough distance to not seem suspicious, but close enough to hear snippets of her conversation with the guy behind the counter. He’s young, probably early twenties, and already falling over himself trying to keep up with whatever bullshit she’s spinning. She leans in just slightly, her fingers toying with the counter as she talks, her lips curling in a way I know too well. She’s selling him a fantasy, making him believe every lie dripping from that sinful mouth.
“Come on,” she purrs, licking her lips just enough to make his Adam’s apple bob. “I just wanna surprise him.”
His brows shoot up, eyes darting toward the monitor before back to her. “Uh… I don’t think I’m supposed to?—”
Indigo leans closer, tilting her head, eyes wide and pleading. “Please? You’d really be helping me out.” Then she winks, slow and deliberate, like she knows exactly what it does to him.
I see it happen—the exact moment he caves. The subtle shift in his shoulders, the way his fingers twitch over the keyboard. He’s trying to be discreet, but I see everything. He mumbles something about “just a second” while his hands move across the keys.
I also notice him trying to subtly adjust himself behind the desk.
Fucking hell. That’s going to earn her a spanking.
My jaw ticks as I shift my stance, my hands curling into fists. She’s mine. That mouth, that body, that wicked little brain—every inch of her belongs to me. And here I am, forced to watch as she uses her charm on some idiot in a monkey suit just to get what she wants. I know it’s part of the plan. I know she’s doing what she has to do. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.
She turns her head slightly, her eyes catching mine for the briefest second, a flash of amusement there before she refocuses on her prey. She’s enjoying this. Testing me.
The kid finally scribbles something onto a notepad, sliding it across the counter with a hushed, “Just be quick, okay?”
Indigo grins, snatching it up like it’s a prize. “You’re the best.” She reaches out, lightly touching his wrist before sauntering off, hips swaying like a goddamn siren leading men to their doom.
I wait until she’s a few steps past me before falling into stride beside her. “Enjoy yourself?” I murmur low enough for only her to hear.
She smirks, not looking at me as she tucks the note into the pocket of her leather pants. “Did you?”
I grab her wrist, pulling her close enough that she stumbles slightly. “You’re gonna pay for that later.”
Her eyes darken, lips parting slightly, and fuck if it doesn’t make me want to drag her back to our suite and remind her exactly who she belongs to. “Promise?”
I smirk. “You’ll see.”
She grins, slipping her hand into mine as we head toward the elevator. We still need a key, but that’s easy work.
The moment we step inside, a maid joins us, arms full of fresh towels. Before I can so much as glance at the buttons, Indigo grabs my shirt, yanking me down into a kiss.
She moans against my mouth, her body pressing flush to mine, and my first instinct is to pull back and ask what the hell she’s up to—but then she nips my lip.
“God, I want you so bad,” she whispers, breathy and desperate.
The elevator beeps, doors sliding open, and she pulls away just as quickly as she started. She peeks up at the floor number, all innocence. “Welp, this is us. Come on, baby.”
Dazed, I follow her out, watching the doors close behind us. “What the hell was that about?”
She flashes a wicked grin, holding up a freshly swiped room key between her fingers. “Easy. We distracted her with our PDA, and I pickpocketed her.”
