Chapter 3
CHAPTER 3
CALEB
M y hand goes to my eyes, my fingers rubbing over my eyelids to try to open them. Wow, last night. Snippets of the evening come back to me. My cock hardens as I’m flooded with the memories of the previous evening. A hot, tight body. Screams of pleasure echoing around the suite. Soft, demanding lips. Coming harder than I ever have before.
My ears tune in to the sounds around me. It’s far too quiet. My hand snakes out, only to find cold, empty sheets. I listen for the sound of the shower, nothing.
I sit up. The sheet covering me drops to my waist. Suddenly awake, my eyes struggle to focus on the darkness. The heavy blackout curtains doing their job. I flip on the bedside light and look around. My clothes litter the floor, where they were abandoned in our speed to get to each other’s bodies. But it’s only mine. My little dancer’s clothes are gone.
I drop back and fling my arm over my eyes.
“Fuck. ”
I throw back the covers and dive out of bed. Breathing a sigh of relief when I find my wallet in my jeans, untouched.
Dragging them on, I walk barefoot into the main area. The family suite is extensive. They are in all the family hotels. Fully catered and set up to allow the family to stay with minimal disruption. My grandfather started it, and my dad and sister continued the tradition. I can’t complain. With the amount of travelling I do, it’s nice to have a home from home.
I scan the room, checking for any sign of the woman who joined me last night. When I find nothing, I run a hand through my hair, frustration blooming in the pit of my stomach.
Did she sneak out?
Nothing seems to be missing. She must have simply got up and left when I finally fell asleep.
I look at the clock.
Seven-thirty.
We got back to the room at three. There was not much sleeping as we enjoyed each other’s bodies.
I pull on a jumper and head downstairs, hammering on security’s door.
A man in uniform opens the door, his face not hiding his shock at finding me there. “Mr Frazer. Um… Can I help you?”
“I came back with a woman last night.” I’m not really thinking how that sounds until after the words leave my mouth. “Bert,” I say, reading his name tag before giving him one of my most dazzling smiles.
He looks at me, his expression blank.
“I want to know who she is and where she went.”
He steps back and lets me into the room. A wall of screens monitors different parts of the hotel, from the lobby to the dining room. Even the bar area .
“Was your visitor a guest of the hotel?” he asks, taking a seat at his desk, his fingers poised over his keyboard.
I grimace.
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. I’m about to admit to a member of Kat’s staff that I spent the night with a stranger I brought back to the family hotel and know next to nothing about.
She’s going to kill me!
“April. Her name is April,” I say, praying he doesn’t ask me for a surname.
He types into his terminal.
“Not a guest,” he says, turning his head to look at me. Nothing but professionalism showing on his face.
“We came back at around three AM,” I say, pulling up a chair and dropping into it next to him.
He pulls up the lobby feed, finding the time I gave him and letting the feed run. Sure enough April and I appear. We’re laughing, my arm around her, her hand resting on my chest, as she looks up at me. My stomach clenches at the sight of us.
“That’s her,” I say, watching as we disappear off-screen.
It was two minutes after this, we were in the lift. Me pressing April against the wall, our hands roaming freely. We barely reached the suite before tearing each other’s clothes off.
Shit! I scan the monitors, letting out a sigh of relief. No lift cameras.
Kat really would kill me!
Bert skips the feed until April reappears. He lets the feed run, and I stare at the woman who has left me sleeping upstairs. Her clothes are in place, her hair scraped back, her face clear of any makeup. She walks confidently out of the front door without a backward glance.
I check the time stamp. Five AM .
My heart sinks. April is long gone.
“Is everything all right, sir?” Bert asks. “Did the lady steal anything? If she did, I can call the police.”
I give him a weak smile. “No, April didn’t steal anything,” I tell him.
My eyes move back to the screen, and the picture Bert has frozen. I stare at April’s image.
Not anything you can see that is…