Page 26 of Devoured By You
I threw out a brilliant smile. “Hi. I’m Blaize Kingcaid, the CEO. I believe Miss Rose has an issue she’d like to discuss with me.”
“You sure took your time, darlin’,” a Southern accent drawled from somewhere inside the suite.
“My apologies, Miss Rose. I was otherwise indisposed when the call came through.”
And I’d like to get indisposed again in double-quick time, fuck you very much.
Scarlett appeared in my sight line, dressed in a sheer negligee and matching robe. “Well, don’t stand there in the doorway, sugar.” She opened a slim silver box and withdrew a cigarette.
“There’s no smoking on board, Miss Rose.” I didn’t care who the fuck she was or how much groveling I might have to do. Compromising the safety of the passengers and crew on board this vessel was nonnegotiable.
“One little cigarette is hardly going to hurt anyone.”
She picked up a lighter. I strode past her assistant and plucked the cigarette from between her ruby-red lips. “A fire on the ship, however accidentally caused, puts the lives of everyone aboard in danger. I’m afraid I’ll have to insist.”
She stared at me for a second, eyes as cold as a dead fish. Then she let out a girlish giggle and gave my shoulder a friendly pat.
“Relax, angel. I’m just having fun.”
Her idea of fun and mine were about as diametrically opposed as kinky and vanilla sex.
“We have a plethora of safe ways to do that on board, Miss Rose.”
Reaching out with a long, red-tipped nail, she raked it over the lapel of my jacket. “Oh, I’m sure you do.”
Ah, fuck. Really?
Somehow, I kept my smile fixed in place. “I believe you’ve had some trouble booking a slot at the spa. Please accept my apologies. We’ve fixed the problem, and your aromatherapy massage begins in”—I checked my watch—“thirty-five minutes. We’ve assigned our best masseuse to attend to you.”
Say, “Thanks,” and let me go. I have a restrained woman to return to and a cock that’s demanding satisfaction.
“Hmm.” Her lips pursed. “I suppose that will have to do.”
She picked up a glass filled with clear liquid. Knowing Scarlett’s reputation, I doubted it was iced water.
“Won’t you join me for a drink?”
“I’d love to,” I lied. “But I have a few more guests to see this evening. I’m sure you understand.”
“Another time,” she murmured, fucking me with her eyes.
Not even if the future of humanity depended on it. “Have a wonderful evening, Miss Rose.”
The click of the door with me on the other side of it sent a rush of relief through me. Scarlett Rose might feature in a lot of men’s fantasies. She was a beautiful woman but had a spiteful heart. I couldn’t fault her publicist, though. They’d done such a fantastic job with her that everyone thought she was America’s sweetheart.
America’s fucking nightmare was more like it. Amazing what good PR did for a person.
“Ah, there you are.”
I turned to find Nolen and Marlowe making their way down the corridor. Forcing a smile, when all I wanted to do was sprint back to the owner’s suite and bury myself in Jill’s pussy, I walked toward them.
“Who’s the woman?”
I frowned. “Which woman?”
“The woman you strong-armed out of the VIP reception. The same woman I caught you ogling on your phone.”
Goddamn my brother. “I didn’t strong-arm anyone. Isn’t it time you two started your honeymoon?”