Chapter 16

The elevator stopped on the third floor, and the doors slid open on a boring hotel corridor with neutral tan walls and a dark patterned carpet. The spike in Killian’s heartrate had turned from nerves to excitement.

“Even if you were my apprentice already,” Ivan said over his shoulder, “as consenting adults, you being my apprentice doesn’t mean we can’t fuck.”

“Good to know.”

They were in room 310, and Ivan didn’t even wait until the door was shut before he started peeling off clothes. Coat first, followed by dark T-shirt, which left him in a white sleeveless undershirt. Killian admired his companion’s strong arms and shoulders. He wondered how someone with such a bulky, muscular physique handled Lady Ivana days. Did he—she—wear dresses? Makeup? If they were going to be close going forward, he was sure he’d find out.