Page 24 of Two of a Kind
“The woman I asked you about the other evening. What room is she in?”
Dominic’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he wasted no time in bringing up the digital registry. He tapped his tablet a few times, then looked back at Spencer. “She checked out this morning, sir.”
“She’s gone?” Spencer kept his face neutral, but he couldn’t completely hide the sharp edge to his voice.
“Uh, yes, sir.” Dominic looked back down at the tablet. “The limousine took her to the dock around seven a.m.”
Spencer turned away without another word and stalked toward the elevators.
She left! Without a word! Now what the hell was he supposed to do with the rest of his day?
“Mr. Dumas!” Dominic called after him, the sound of his soft Italian leather shoes crossing the marble flooring in a hurry. “I wanted to tell you that—”
Spencer didn’t hear the rest of what the man had to say as the elevator doors slid closed behind him.
He gripped the brass railing, the same railing Vexy had held while he took her from behind. Had that only been two nights ago?
He was angry. Angry that she had snuck away. Angry that she had ruined his plans for the rest of the day. Angry that she had been the one to walk away when that was usuallyhisprivilege.
As he thought that, a corner of his mouth quirked. They were even more alike than he had thought.
Well played, Vexy, well played.
By the time he exited on the twenty-seventh floor, most of his anger had drained away. The anticipation that had been riding him hard had faded, too, and the tiredness he should have been feeling all morning finally settled in.
Spencer readjusted his afternoon agenda. He would grab a restorative nap, then spend the rest of the evening exploring the resort and seeing what other unexpected surprises Sate had in store for him. Yet, as he held his hand to the scan pad, his heart wasn’t in it.
Stepping into his room, he frowned at the designer bag sitting just inside the door. Then his heart leaped. Had Vexy changed her mind? Had she decided to extend her stay?
Those hopeful thoughts were laid to rest almost immediately.
“Well, hello there, lover.” Wearing nothing but diamonds, Chelsea Chamberlain grinned from her reclined position on the sofa. “Surprised?”
Chapter Eighteen
After an exhaustingday of travel, flight delays, and dealing with obnoxious people, Kayla slept like the dead for a solid eight hours. The unwelcome sound of her alarm heralded her first day back to reality.
