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“Well, at least there is one,” Fury continued, taking his own phone out of his pocket and snapping a picture of the text message on my screen. “I’ve a friend or two who can run this through some software shit. Should be able to get something on this number. You ready to go up?”
I nodded, almost completely forgetting that only a few moments earlier I didn’t want him in my room alone, for fear I’d repeat my indiscretions of earlier in the day. But now, I needed him to be there. In case anyone would jump out of my closet or pull me down a stairwell.
Fury swung his legs out of the truck, while I teetered on a high heel, clinging onto the handle just above my head, negotiating the big drop onto the first step. Fury’s hands touched the back of my pelvis, guiding me out. A little scrunch of his fingertips into my flesh and my pussy was already clamping, sending a bolt of heat into my stomach.
We walked through the massive glass reception, dripping in chandeliers and lavish curtains trimmed in gold. The staff on the reception desk looked up, smiling at me and then their eyes sweeping over the huge biker at my side. He looked so out of place amongst the suits and designer clothes, his head turning left and right, his gaze wandering over every inch of the hotel lobby and the rooms shooting off at every side.
We took the lift to almost the top of the building, watching Newcastle get smaller and smaller below us.
“It’s beautiful for a city,” I said, the glass elevator, suspended on the outside of the building, slowing crawling higher and higher.
“Thought you’d find it disappointing compared to London.”
“London is too busy. Everyone walks with their heads down. Never up. We miss most of the things we could be looking at. Here, it’s small enough to appreciate and friendly enough to go wandering around at night.”
“You wander around Newcastle at night?” Fury was surprised.
“Sometimes. When I can’t sleep, I go for a run. Sometimes I just walk. If you look up, there’s so much to see.”
“Doll, Newcastle is a dangerous place at night. Don’t underestimate it just because it’s smaller than your London.”
The lift stopped at my floor, pinging lightly, and Fury stepped aside to let me out in front of him. But he stopped me just as I exited, stretching his hand in front of my stomach, his head switching left and right again, taking in the thick red and gold carpet and the ornate light fittings. Then he pushed his hand into the small of my back, guiding me along until I stopped at the end of the corridor.
“This your room?” He grunted.
I nodded, and he pushed his hand towards me, palm upwards.
“Your key card,” he prompted when I did nothing more than stare at his hand. “I’ll go in first. If it’s clear, I’ll let you in.”
“So, I just stand waiting in the hallway for someone to attack me here?”
“It’s clear in the hallway.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do, doll. It’s clear in the hallway.”
I scowled, looking at Fury and then at the empty hallway.
“Fine, you can stand just inside the door. You don’t come any further in till I tell you. Understood?”
I nodded, biting my lip at the command. I wasn’t used to being told what to do. I wanted to retaliate; I wanted to do something, but there was something else I felt every time he used that tone with me, and it went against everything I promised myself on the drive here. I would not lose control; he would not take that control from me again.
Fury moved inside, and I closed the door behind us, squashing us into the little corridor. The suite opened out in front of us if we moved through the doors. But we didn’t. Not right then. Fury just stared at me, his enormous frame shrinking the space even more. The space filled with the smell of him, the faint scent of leather, the sweet and spice of his aftershave. Clean and strong and ingrained in my nose and my memory, making me feel all those things I shouldn’t.
“Stay here, Heidi.” His voice was low, the command written on his face even if it wasn’t in his voice. “Let me check your room. If I’m happy, you can come in.”
I nodded, not able to let him hear me agree.
Then he walked away, disappearing through a door at the end of the corridor. I waited a little while, straining my ears, but his steps were inaudible, the rich, deep carpet cushioning his feet. Outside the suite there was a drone of voices, of people walking past. They were probably going to their own suite, but the deep drawl of words I couldn’t make out tightened my chest, a sudden stab of panic attacking me in the side. I slid the chain across the hotel door, and then I followed Fury into the bowels of the suite.
“Thought I’d told you to stay put?” he grumbled from the bedroom, his back toward me as he slid back a wardrobe door.
“You really think someone would hide in the wardrobe?”
“It’s been known.” The door slid closed, and he walked to the immense windows that looked out over Newcastle, pulling a curtain out and checking behind it. “Anything look disturbed?”
“Doesn’t look like it.”