Chapter 20

“Regretting that we didn’t get a room at the Moulin Rouge?”

“No.” He didn’t even pause to respond, though he followed it up with an embarrassed smile and, “Just that maybe I should’ve gotten myself off, too, when I did you.”

“I’d help you out, but we’re almost there. I’ll park in the back so we can take the service elevator up.”

He hadn’t anticipated an offer, hadn’t really been looking for one. But knowing Vince would, that the only reason he wasn’t was their proximity to the whole night spread out before them, brightened his smile into something more, something richer, something so broad he thought his face would break.

“Are you coming to my suite, or are we going to yours?”

“Yours. You did promise to play for me.”