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She narrowed her eyes. “Exactly how often do you or someone you employ need to use the showers for this sort of thing?”

“I don’t keep track.”

She blinked. “That often, eh?” She shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I shouldn’t complain. I’m covered in blood and would have killed that bastard if you hadn’t beaten me to it.”

Their limo pulled into one of the wash bays and they got out.

“Follow me,” Yvgeny said to Sam.

None of the employees hesitated or asked any questions. A couple of men wearing some kind of clean suit went into the car with buckets and brushes.

Yvgeny lead Sam inside an unmarked door. It was a bathroom with toilet and shower stalls in it.

He handed her a couple of towels from a small closet.

She took them but didn’t move to enter a shower stall. “I don’t have any clean clothes to put on.”

He took a good look at her. “I’ll have something delivered for us.”

“Sure,” she said, almost under her breath. “No problem, just put in an order like it’s pizza.”

“There’s soap in the stall and a container of bags inside the first door. Grab one and put your dirty clothes in it.”

“Thanks,” she muttered and disappeared inside one of the stalls.

Yvgeny pulled out his phone, called Mason and asked him to bring a change of clothes for himself and a new hotel uniform in Sam’s size.

“Which uniform?” Mason asked. “Housekeeping or front desk?”

“Security.”

“No one will recognize her.”

Good.

Chapter Five

“At the moment, that’s probably a good thing. Also,” Yvgeny said, an idea coming to him. “Move her out of the room she’s in and into my spare bedroom.”

There was a second or two of silence, then, “Yes, sir.”

Yvgeny ended the call.

He waited, listening to the water running in the shower stall. It was impossible to not imagine Sam washing her hair, her body.

He wanted to be in there, doing it for her, taking her mind off what had just happened, giving her pleasure. Giving her comfort.

He wanted her arms around him, her mouth on his skin, and his cock inside her tight body.

He stayed right where he was until Mason walked in with clothing in his hands. He raised an eyebrow at Yvgeny standing there in bloody clothing. Then he cocked an ear at the shower stall.

“Sir, I can keep watch—”

“No,” Yvgeny said, cutting him off. “No,” he repeated, his tone calmer. “I don’t think she’d respond well to finding anyone unexpected when she comes out.”

Mason stared at him for a moment. “Are you safe to be here with her, alone, sir?”

“Are you suggesting I’m out of control?”