Page 167 of Positively Pricked

Chapter 55

In a way, it felt like I was signing away my soul. But with a final flourish, it was done. I bit my lip as I silently handed him the paper.

The prick actually paused to read it.

And yet, it didn't dampen my desire for him. After all, Iknewhe was a prick long before tonight.

I gave the bed a nervous glance, wondering if I should fold down the bedspread or…?

Zane said, "If you think we're staying here, think again." He reached for my hand. "Now, come on."

While leading me out of my room, he mentioned, almost as an aside, that my severance pay was already deposited into my account.

So, he'd known all along that I'd say yes?

Talk about cocky.

Unwarranted? No.

But maddening? Yes. A million times yes.

As we walked, hand-in-hand, down the hall toward the elevators, I gave a final glance over my shoulder. "But what about your room across from mine?"

"What about it?"

"You weren'treallysleeping there, were you?"

"Hell no."

"So what were you doing?"

"Watching to make sure that fucker didn't bother you."

Insane or not, a warm, happy glow settled over my heart. But too soon, I recalled something that Carla had told me just this morning. "But what about Tiffany?"

"What about her?"

I glanced away. "I, uh, heard she stayed in your room last night."

"You mean my suite? Yeah. She stayed there."

My steps faltered.Crap.

But then, Zane spoke again. "ButIdidn't."

"Really? Why not?"

He squeezed my hand. "You've gotta ask?"

I felt myself smile. "So what happened? Were you doing her a favor? Like in case the senator got belligerent or something?"

"No," he said. "I was doingmea favor."

"What do you mean?"

"If the senator showed up at their room, I had someone waiting."

"Why?" I asked.