Chapter 22

“Come on,” Britney said, dragging the reluctant Jayden along the hotel corridor. “You’re dragging your feet.” She laughed.

Jayden smiled politely as he followed her. Up on the top floor of the hotel, Britney unlocked the door of the penthouse with a swipe card. She leaned back against the slightly ajar door and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Come on in. What would you like for a drink?” she asked huskily, her lips near his as she moved her body ever so close to his, an invitation no man ever resists.

Jayden said, “It’s late, Britney,” and unwrapped her arms from his neck.

“But don’t you want to come in?” she asked, pouting her lips to full effect so he’d want to kiss her.

“No. You need your rest. Good night,” he said and turned to go. He walked into the elevator, and a few moments later, he was gone.

Britney growled and stomped her feet. Once she thought she had gotten her frustration out of her system, she turned on her heel, shoved the door open, and slammed it shut.

“You’re not