Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Tyler
This errand Mira’s boss has her on is hilarious. Condoms and Pringles? Nice. Then again, I’m in a pretend cop uniform, strutting around like I actually have authority in this place. A walkie-talkie and handcuffs do not a Green Beret make.
Mira stares at her cell phone as we leave the last suite.
“Crap. Hayden texted me one more.” She slides her finger down the screen of her phone, scrolling.
“And they want tons of supplies. Hayden says this suite wasn’t on the list, but that she found a file in the hospitality manager’s office that had been set aside. ”
I’ve already told my boss I’m providing security to the understaffed hospitality department.
He’s got new recruits for support, so he’s good with me assisting where I’m needed.
I wasn’t lying when I told Mira we’ve got security covered.
We’ve bulked up to triple our normal personnel for the festival.
I text my boss I’ve got one more errand and will return in thirty. “Let’s do this.” I tuck my phone away.
“Tyler,” Mira says as she sifts through her plastic key cards and heads down the hall to the last suite.
“You should go back. It’s all been extremely boring.
Only the one room was missing items, and they were probably tack-ons.
A phone call took care of it. I’ve got this.
You must have better things to do with your time. ”
I pretend to consider this for a moment, my lips scrunched in concentration. “Nope. Besides, these special requests are fascinating. They have me thinking of all kinds of…scenarios.”
She glances up and huffs out a frustrated sigh that is light and airy and sexy.
She had better knock it off, because it’s turning me on.
Why her frustration is a turn-on, I will never know.
Maybe it’s because I think she actually likes having me near, and that the constant angst between us is just foreplay.
Her gaze narrows on the cards and she drops her hands to her sides. “Great. Hayden gave me the special code for the keypad, but I hadn’t planned on coming here. I don’t have the card to enter this room.” She stares at the door as though it might magically open.
Lucky I’m here.
“Allow me.” I pull out the master key my boss gave me, because I kick ass at my job and he knows what a trustworthy guy I am. Hmm, maybe he can put in a good word for me with Mira?
I slip in the card and Mira types the passcode on the keypad. Which is odd. I’ve never seen a keypad for Blue hotel rooms.
The door beeps with a green light and I push it open.
Mira walks inside, her eyes scanning the list on her phone. She scrunches her nose. “This is strange.”
“More strange than the suite that wanted Uno, Nutter Butters, and lube?”
“Maybe.” She scans the large space.
Blue houses several penthouse suites. A view of the lake spans the center of this room, double doors on one side, two separate doors on the other.
There’s a kitchen, a dining area that seems to be converted into some kind of office with files, two lockboxes, a computer…
She’s right. This place doesn’t look like a normal suite at all.
“Mira, are you sure this one is on the list?”
She stares at her phone. “A dozen robes for each bedroom, ten bottles of kissable massage oil, two hundred condoms—” Her voice breaks off and she looks up. “Okay, that’s a lot.” She opens the bedroom with the double doors. “Whoa.”
I peer over her head. A king-sized bed with a maroon satin comforter takes up half the room, leather wrist and ankle restraints dangling from the head- and footboards. On the wall, a clear case filled with whips, canes, and—I’m not even sure what some of it is.
This is post-Fifty Shades, but still. Wow.
I walk inside to take a closer look.
“Tyler,” Mira hisses. “Get out of there.”
“What?” My expression is all innocence. “Let me see that list. We need to make sure they have what they need.”
“Get out, get out.” She waves at me frantically. “I will take care of this.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. Just—leave before you touch something and get me in trouble.”
I shake my head. “Where is the trust, Mira?” She snorts as I walk past her, but her lips twist into a small smile.
I stand in the doorway, and she moves toward the bed, glancing at her list warily. Mira gingerly lifts the comforter and drops it quickly, checking off items on her phone.
I’m surprised Blue keeps a place like this around. They cater to all clientele, but this is…elaborate.
I saunter into the main room and pull open a desk drawer.
Your basic office supplies, nothing special.
The drawer below holds a handful of condoms. Definitely more interesting than the top drawer, but not shocking, considering the supplies in the Fifty Shades room.
I open the third drawer. Packages of syringes, tubes, light gray powder, pills in locked cases…
“Mira—”
“I’m almost done,” she says from somewhere in the second bedroom.
“We should leave.” I shut the drawer and walk over to her. “This place isn’t right.”
“Tell me about it.” She slams the nightstand cabinet and shakes her head. “But go ahead if you need to be somewhere. I’m fine.” Mira bends over, her head disappearing on the side of the bed as she lifts the comforter. “I just need five more minutes, tops.”
“No.” I round the bed to where she’s standing. “We need to leave. Now. I don’t think Hayden was supposed to know about this place.”
“What are you talking about?” Her eyes flicker around the room.
This one is toned down, no whipping equipment on display, but there’s a sculpture in the corner that looks like a giant dildo, large mirrors on the walls, and I’m pretty sure that’s video equipment on the dresser.
“It’s unconventional,” she says, “but you saw what the other people asked for. That rocker’s suite wanted the hot pink two-foot—”
“This isn’t the same. This is—”
The door to the suite beeps, indicating someone is about to enter.
I pick up Mira, charge into the main room, and dive behind the couch.
“What the hell, Tyler?” she mouths, brushing hair out of her face.
I jerk my head toward the desk. “There are illegal drugs in here,” I say as quietly as I can next to her ear.
Her mouth parts and I push her down until she’s practically under me. I scoot us closer to the side of the couch, away from the voices carrying into the room.
“—they want it all removed. New location, same setup. Boss wants it up and running by this evening.”
“The entire circuit?”
“All of it. We’ve got customers arriving in two hours.”
“We’ll need the rest of the team.”
“Already on it.”
I peek around the couch.
Two men stand in the middle of the room, both in suits. One guy scratches his jaw, his Blue sapphire ring glinting in the room’s designer lighting. The other guy is wearing a Blue ring as well.
How did these grunts get exemplar status? Is this what Drake was talking about? Get a ring and you’re on the fast track?
Fuck. There’s some sketchy stuff going on around here, and I don’t want these guys realizing we know.
The worst-case scenarios are flying around in my brain like missiles.
If whoever is in charge pinned all of the casino’s illegal activities on Drake, who’s no longer here, what would they do to Mira?
I’ll walk away from this place no harm done, but Mira believes she needs this job.
We need to leave without them seeing us. No way am I risking Mira being discovered.
I nudge her to scoot up next to me, holding my finger to my lips.
“If they’re here, it can’t be wrong that we are. Why don’t we just walk out?” she whispers, so only I can hear.
I shake my head fervently and grab her wrist, waiting for the right moment.
The desk is the first place the men box up. A bellman comes to the door and takes the boxes away.
“When are the others arriving?” one of them asks.
“Few minutes,” the other guy says. “Team members are already at the new location setting up.”
They walk into the sex room, and I pull Mira up with me.
More people will be coming soon and it will be harder to get away unseen. This is our chance. I push her toward the door. She doesn’t need much encouragement, and we make it there undetected, but I realize the flaw in my plan.
I lean down, my lips pressed to Mira’s ear. “When I open it, they’ll hear.” The locking mechanism of the hotel doors is loud. “Run to the right as soon as you’re out.”
Mira nods, her face expressionless, though the base of her throat throbs to the pace of a fast pulse.
Clutching the handle, I open the door as quietly as possible. There’s a light click and I shove Mira out, following close behind. I don’t bother to silence the door closing. The automatic lock will be loud no matter what I do.
I’ve been in and out of Blue hotel rooms for one reason or another often enough these past few weeks to know there’s no way to leave a room silently.
The weight of the door, the suction of the HVAC system, the locking mechanism—they all combine to make certain the door shuts soundly and, unfortunately, with lots of sound.
Once outside, I catch up to Mira. The end of the hall has a housekeeping closet, like most guest floors. It’s late in the evening and the majority of the housekeeping staff is gone for the night. I slip my universal key card in the door slot and pull Mira into the closet with me.
My eyes adjust to the dark and her gaze clings to my face. “Why aren’t we going somewhere?” she asks. “Shouldn’t we make a run for it?”
“Security cameras. In the elevators and emergency stairwells. If we stay here and wait for more people to fill the floor, the bellman, guests, the team members those guys are waiting for, they might assume the sound of the door closing was someone else. It’s the best chance we’ve got.
We go out now, and they’ll know it was us in there. ”
“And you think that’s dangerous?”