Page 12 of Ruthless Touch

“I have a suite at the Dalbit Hotel. It’s the next street over. Would you like to join me?”

She peers up at me, just as hazy-eyed and heavy-lidded, like she’s drunk off the dance and kiss we’ve shared. She nibbles on her plump bottom lip for a second, then gives a nod.

“Lead the way.”

FOUR

GUN

Every step downthe hallway feels like a countdown. By the time we stop in front of the door, I’m already half-hard and wondering how fast I can get her out of that wrap skirt.

If I’m about to let myself really give into the lust that’s reared its head like a monster.

I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on, but it doesn’t even matter. Bringing Jamie to my suite might be the best mistake I’ve made in a while.

We’re on the top floor of the Dalbit Hotel where my suite is located, and in a few short moments, I’ll have her naked and spread on my bed, writhing in pleasure.

Beside me, Jamie walks like she already knows exactly how this night ends—the two of us giving into the hot passion we found on the dance floor at Eclipse.

Her very walk is purposeful, her hips swaying with the kind of confidence that tells me she’s just as much of a feline in bed as anywhere else.

I slide the keycard and push the door open, allowing her to walk through first. The suite’s dimly lit with cool-toned lighting and chrome fixtures.

There’s a sleek, sexy look to everything in the room, from the glass tabletops to the matte-black furnishings. The large, American-sized king bed waits for us with charcoal-gray sheets that are so perfect and new, there’s no wrinkles to be found.

The Dalbit knows better than to offer a captain in the Cheongryong anything less than top-tier accommodations.

All ranking members in the syndicate have a standing reservation at the modern hotel.

Jamie steps inside with a casual air, her eyes scanning the room and taking everything in. Once again I’m reminded how keenly observant she seems to be.

It makes me wonder what’sreallygoing on inside that complex head of hers. It even makes me question how often she does this.

Most women, even changnyeos—Hangul for working girls—are cautious in an unfamiliar setting with a man they’ve just met.

But Jamie waltzes into my hotel suite almost likesheowns the space. Her confident, self-assured air has only seemed to grow stronger.

My attention is set on her and her alone, doing some observing of my own.

Her body moves so fluidly, it’s hypnotic. She really does remind me of a feline as she stalks through the hotel suite—a sexy black cat that knows she has my undivided attention.

I wish I could say I have an ounce of self-control left, but lust pulses through me more powerfully than the pain in my skull.

I’ve forgotten all about my headache. For the next couple hours, I’ve found my distraction.

Jamie wanders over to the minibar that features a wide selection of drinks. Everything from soju to more exotic liquors in Korea like tequila.

“What’s your poison?” she asks, peeking over her shoulder at me with a flirty smirk.

I toss the keycard and my wallet on the dresser and take some steps toward her. “So now you drink? You’ve been dodging alcohol all night and now you want to play bartender for me. Should I be flattered… or suspicious?”

“Maybe I just needed the right man to loosen me up.”

I grin crookedly at her, closing more of our gap. “I’m honored I could prove myself worthy.”

“What can I say? The dance convinced me. You’ve got moves.” She half winks at me as she lets her brightest smile yet shine.

It heats my blood to new levels, making me feel like I’m on fire. I’ve cornered her against the minibar counter, planting a palm on either side as I look her in the eye and make it known she’s what I want.