Chapter 67

We walked into the hotel and a gentleman dressed in a tuxedo and wearing white gloves handed Lance a key card. He thanked him as we walked straight to the elevator. It was a relief not to have to linger at the front desk. As tired as I was, I would have fallen asleep in the limo if the hotel hadn't been so close. Lance punched a number and the elevator opened on the top floor. A few short steps down the hallway, and we were at the penthouse.

We walked into a luxurious living room, adorned with flowers and beautiful furniture. On the farthest side of the room was a door that I assumed led to the bedroom. There was also another door. "What's in that room?" I asked pointing to the door.

"It's a mini salon," he said, eyeing me with a mischievous grin.

"Wow! You are really trying to spoil me, aren't you?" I teased, too tired to check it out.

Suddenly, Lance swooped me up into his arms and headed toward the bedroom.