A NIGHT WITH MY BILLIONAIRE
Maybe if she were sober, she’d have cared more about that.
He let out a low chuckle, glancing around. “Your room?”
His voice was smooth, a lazy drawl laced with amusement.
“This is my room, firefly.”
She frowned, the nickname curling around her like smoke, lingering in places it shouldn’t.
“No, it’s not,” she said. “This is my room.. 206!”
He didn’t say anything and she saw his head tip to the side slightly.
Her conviction wavered. 206… why did something about that seem wrong now? She dug into her pocket, yanking out her keycard. Her vision blurred, forcing her to blink rapidly before the numbers printed on it came into focus. 208
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