Say You're Mine - Layla Hagen Page 0,78

in their hand. I couldn’t take my eyes off Brayden. Even though the bags were on wheels, he still had to put some effort into rolling it down the corridor, which meant those biceps were flexing in the most delicious way.

At the door, Ian and Dylan each kissed my cheek before shaking Brayden’s hand firmly. So firmly, in fact, that I was wondering if they were trying to convey a message. Knowing my brothers, they probably were.

“Take care of her,” Dylan said seriously.

I cocked a brow at them.

“Yeah. We’re not making threats or anything,” Ian said, looking from me to Brayden, “but if we get wind that she’s in trouble... you’re in trouble too.”

Josie and I both burst out laughing, with the result that I completely missed what Brayden replied, but my brothers were nodding appreciatively, like they were seeing him in a different light.

“Wait, what was that? I didn’t hear it,” I said.

Brayden winked at me. “You weren’t supposed to.”

Huh, now he was having secrets with my brothers? I hadn’t expected that.

Josie and I exchanged a glance, and we both pressed our lips tightly together, trying not to laugh. I kissed the top of Sophie’s head just before we headed out. To my astonishment, Brayden reached out to her, caressing her small head. Holy smokes!

Yeah, if I thought he was delicious before, I didn’t even have words to describe him now, or what was happening to me. Were these my hormones going haywire?

In that case... I was in real trouble.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Isabelle

“I can’t believe I flew on a private plane,” I exclaimed as we entered our room at the Ritz Carlton in Miami. I immediately looked around. I’d stalked the room online and wanted to see if it looked the same. The decor was classic style, and the bathroom was as luxurious as it had seemed online, all cream-colored marble and golden light fixtures. I especially liked the enormous tub with the buttons for water massage. I planned to spoil my sexy star properly in here.

“Isabelle? Can you come here?” Brayden asked from inside the room.

“On my way,” I replied loudly, dashing back to the front door.

A hulk of a man stood next to Brayden. He was at least two heads taller and much wider.

“This is Rick. He’s going to be your security detail here in Miami.”

“Nice to meet you, Rick.”

“I’m going to be around the hotel, miss, but I won’t bother you,” he explained. “I gave Mr. Clarke my number. Just give me a call when you need me.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“Have a great evening, and welcome to Miami,” he added before leaving.

As soon as we were alone, I curled my finger at Brayden. “I want to pamper you between all those performances so you’re at the top of your game. It starts now. Want to check the tub with me? It’s huge and super sexy, and I have lots of plans for it.”

“Lead the way.” His eyes flashed with lust.

“No, you go first. I need to take a few things from my bag,” I replied.

He looked at me suspiciously but did go to the bathroom.

Both my bags were already placed in a corner, ready to be opened. I took out a small pink bag and headed to the bathroom.

Brayden was leaning against the sink, watching me closely.

“Why are you still dressed? I was hoping you’d be waiting for me buck naked,” I said nonchalantly as I placed the bag in the sink.

“You should have said so,” he teased.

“Oh, really? So my saying I have lots of plans for the tub wasn’t a good enough clue?”

Instead of answering, he moved behind me, palming my ass and biting my shoulder.

I’ll take that.

I shimmied my hips as I took out the candles and bath oils.

“What’s that?”

“I call it the pampering kit. I told you I want to make sure you relax between performances. You said you don’t like using the hotel facilities because you run into people, so I’m bringing the relaxation program to you.”

He said nothing, so I looked up at him in the mirror. His brows were slightly raised, his eyes focused.

“No one’s ever done anything like this for me.”

“What do you mean? Everyone always bends over backward to make sure everything is just so.”

“Yes, but that’s the team. They work for me. Their job is to please me. But you... you like seeing me happy.” He sounded surprised, and my heart hurt a little for him.

I smiled. “Of course I do. Am I succeeding?”

He smiled back. “In spades, Isabelle. In