Page 75 of Provocation
‘This room was just for storage until yesterday,’ I assure her. ‘The bed is brand new. No one’s ever even slept on it, cross my heart.’
She moves into the room slowly, taking it in. ‘I can smell the paint,’ she murmurs, turning to me. ‘You did this?’
I nod. ‘Well, I mean I paid some guys I trust not to blab that it exists.’
‘Why?’
‘We’ll be here a lot. You’ll be spending nights here. I wanted you to be comfortable. Safe.’
A smile plays on her lips as she looks over her shoulder at the door that matches the other ones down here. ‘Are you intending on locking me in?’
I’d love to.
I chuckle, taking her hands. ‘No, I’m not going to lock you down here. You’ll have complete control over the door on the app, same as the others. I suggest that we keep it locked when we aren’t here though. Don’t want any of the VIPs thinking this is part of the deal when they use the Dark Lounge.’
‘What if the power goes out?’ she asks.
‘There’s a backup generator in one of the tunnels,’ I say, ‘but in the unlikely event of it failing as well, all the doors will unlock automatically. You won’t get stuck down here if that’s what you’re worried about.’
She looks a little relieved.
‘What are you guys doing in the stor—’ Mav stops short when he sees what I’ve been up to, even though I told him about it yesterday.
‘Fuck,’ he mutters. ‘This does look different. How long did it take?’
‘Not long. They finished this afternoon, actually. Don’t touch the walls. They might still be tacky.’
Peering around the room, his eyes land on the matching bureau. ‘There’s even drawers,’ he says, looking impressed.
He sits on the massive bed and bounces on it a little. ‘We all gonna cozy up together?’ he asks, quirking a brow.
I smile at him, spreading my arms wide. ‘If Daisy wants us all here with her, I don’t have a problem with slumber parties.’
Blake sniggers.
‘We can all sleep in here together?’ Daisy asks.
‘That was the idea. You seem to like us with you so long as you have enough space to sleep, so I made it happen.’
‘You did this for me?’
She looks momentarily gobsmacked.
‘Of course. The couch in the office is awful. You can’t sleep on that every time you’re making Envy. Plus, you can barely hear the club from in here, so the noise won’t keep you up.’
‘Are we sleeping here tonight?’
She sounds excited.
‘If you want to,’ I say, ‘Or we could always?—’
But she’s already dropping the towel and pulling the thick dark grey comforter back.
She gets into bed and starts to lay back. ‘Oh, is there an extra towel?’
Mav grins, holding up the clean hand towel in his hand and she lets out a small carefree laugh.
He puts it on the middle pillow for her and she lays back, moving her hair onto it.
