think they’re going to send spies to tail us to make sure you’re not here to poach their procedures and employees?”
He looked down at me with amusement. “Doubtful.”
“Damn. Hotel espionage was on my to-do list today.”
He chuckled, pulling me so my back was to his front before wrapping his arms around my waist. “I’ll see what I can arrange.”
Once we reached our floor, we walked to a door at the end of the hall. He unlocked it, holding it open for me.
Holy.
Shit.
This is unreal.
“How’d you book this last minute?” I asked, doing a slow turn to take everything in. A hammock hung in front of the row of floor to ceiling windows. There was a terrace outside, and the view was as beautiful as it was terrifying.
“It’s invite only.” Maximo’s lips tipped. “And I have a connection.”
Of course, he does.
In my shorts and distressed tee, I felt like a fish out of water. And not even one of those pretty neon fish. I was a guppy. Or a blobfish.
However, I didn’t let it bother me—well, not much—because Maximo was even more underdressed in his gray joggers and black tee. Underdressed, but hot.
Everyone knew gray sweats were the equivalent of male lingerie.
His phone rang and he glanced at the screen. “Shit, I’ve got to take this.”
“I’m sure I can find something to do,” I deadpanned.
He touched the screen and put his cell to his ear. “Black.” He stepped onto the terrace and closed the door behind him.
Left to my own devices, I scoped the place out.
Even after staying at Maximo’s house for a year, my brain couldn’t comprehend the luxury and opulence of how the other half lived. With so much to do in Vegas, most people only used their room as a place to crash. Yet the suite had a mini spa, a theater room, and more space than could possibly be utilized. It was unfathomable to spend a not-so-small fortune on a room with pointless amenities that would likely go unused. And if they were used, what was the point of visiting Vegas just to stay inside?
Backtracking to the living room, I eyed the fresh fruit in the bowl on the kitchen island.
I bet that banana costs forty bucks.
Next to it was a bottle of champagne on ice and a smaller bowl of strawberries.
The champagne is six hundred, at least.
And five bucks per strawberry.
The door slid open and Maximo stepped inside. There was more tension in his body, his face tight as he scowled.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Fine.”
Ooookay then.
I wasn’t surprised by his dismissive answer since he never talked about work. And I didn’t blame him for not wanting to discuss it during his rare time off. So I did something that didn’t involve words.
I kissed him.
And after a long, frozen moment, he kissed me back. And then he took control, gripping my ponytail to tilt my head so he could spear his tongue in.
Pulling away a minute later, he rested his forehead against mine. “How’d you know I needed that?”
“Lucky guess.”
Dropping his head to my neck, he teased it with his tongue. “Perfect guess.” He bit hard enough to make me cry out, a surge of moisture pooling between my thighs. “Sure you want to go out?”
“Nope, this works. This is definitely better.”
If Maximo was one of the features of the room, I could understand why people would choose to stay in.
But he wasn’t for anyone else. Right then, he was only mine.
“Let’s go before I change my mind,” he rumbled, releasing me.
“Fine,” I said on a long, dramatic sigh.
“Brat.”
“Control freak.”
Maximo swatted my ass, but it was more playful than punishing.
Unfortunately.
He unzipped his bag and pulled out a ball cap, sliding it on backward. At my gawking, he winked. “Got to go incognito for hotel espionage.”
If he thinks he blends in, he is sadly mistaken.
We went down the elevator, getting off at a different floor than we’d gotten on. The hallway was lined with art and statues. One in particular caught my eye, and the longer I looked at it, the more bizarre it became.
“I liked the art at Moonlight,” I started, fighting a smile, “but you don’t have a statue of a naked man-dog and a naked man-bunny riding a donkey.”
“Jesus, that’s insane.”
“Insanely awesome. Unlike your lack of animal-human hybrid erotica.” I stepped closer to inspect it, surprised at the level of anatomical detail. “It must’ve been cold that day.”
Maximo’s rich laughter rang out around me, and I lost my hold on my own.
“If you’re done ogling the