Billionaires Prefer Blondes (3) by Enoch Suzanne

Author:Enoch, Suzanne [Enoch, Suzanne]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance, General, Contemporary, Fiction
ISBN: 9780060875220
Publisher: Avon
Published: 2006-10-30T07:00:00+00:00

“Yes. Of course.” His fingers shaking a little, the clerk handed over a pair of pass cards. “There’s a complimentary Continental breakfast beginning at seven in the Park Café. The—”

“We’ll read the brochure,” Samantha cut in, snagging the cards and picking up her overnight bag in the same motion.

Neither of them spoke on the ride up to the thirty-fifth floor. He knew she would rather be doing this on her own, just as he knew the situation had flown completely out of his control. Accompanying her felt like the only way to at least keep some idea of what was happening.

At their suite door she slid in the key card and pushed open the door. “Keep it open,” she muttered, taking his bag and tossing it with hers onto the bed. She returned to the door and took the “Do Not Disturb” sign, hanging it on the outside handle. “Let’s go.”

“Why keep the door open?” he asked, as they traipsed toward the service elevator.

“Because some hotels keep tabs on how many times the doors are opened in their big suites. As far as they know, we’re inside.”

“What about cameras?”

“Elevators only. Not the service elevator. Guests on these floors like their privacy.”

“So you’ve done this before.”

“Not with a companion,” she said shortly, stepping into the elevator as it opened and punching the basement button.

Once in the basement they made their way out the service entrance and onto the street. They walked a block, then hailed a cab. All of the subterfuge might have been unnecessary if she’d gone by herself, since she would simply have climbed out the back window of their townhouse and vanished, but she’d demanded that he, at least, have a verifiable alibi. Hence the ride to the hotel. With both the police and Veittsreig’s crew probably following them there, Richard had felt like he was leading a parade.

Delroy lived off 133rd Street in an apartment building that looked like it had seen better days. As they climbed out of the cab, Richard moved in close to Samantha. As angry at this entire expedition as he was, he wouldn’t allow anything to happen to her.

“Quit crowding me,” she muttered, walking straight to the sixth door on the left on the ground floor. She knocked three times, waited, and knocked twice more.

The door opened, and Walter gazed out at them. “Sam, you’re crazy,” he grunted, stepping aside so they could enter. “You can’t bring a novice on an occupied.”

“What’s an occupied?” Richard asked, stopping as a second, very large black man came into the small living area.

“It means a break-in when the residents are home,” Samantha explained, moving past him to stand in front of the mountain. “Hey, Delroy,” she said, and hugged him. “You didn’t bring any of those triple-chocolate muffins home with you, I don’t suppose.”

The big man grinned. “If I’d a known you were coming by, baby, you know I would have.”

Walter scowled. “Those things’ll kill you.”

“So this is your guy, huh?” Delroy continued, sending Richard an appraising glance.

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