“I want you to know that you can say no to anything I offer you tonight.” His eyes seemed to darken as he stared down at me. “It’s all in place for your pleasure, and all you have to do is say no, and it stops.”
“What are you offering exactly?” His hand remained in mine as he skirted the check-in desk, pulling me instead to the bank of elevators. “Jasper?”
He simply smiled, tugging me into the first empty one. I watched, eyes wide, as he pressed the button for the twelfth floor.
The hall was quiet, our steps hushed by thick gray carpet. I let myself be led past ten identical doors. When we stopped, rather than pulling out a key card, Jasper knocked.
My pulse throbbed. Who was in that room, and why were they there?
“Remember.” Jasper let go of my hand, only to trace his fingers down the length of my spine. “You can say no.”
Nerves were like a drug, lifting me high as I listened to the footsteps on the other side of the door.
There was the sound of metal as the knob turned…a shadow as the door swung open…
Over six feet of muscle, topped with a thick beard and a naughty expression.
“Hello, Cari.”
It was Jackson.