‘Why do I get the feeling that you’re giving me brush off?’ he asked, reaching out and fingering my hair lightly.

I tried to smile. ‘I don’t know. Perhaps it happens to you a lot?’

‘Girls don’t normally try and run out the door. They normally try and hang around for as long as possible.’

I bet they did. ‘What can I say? I’m a busy person.’

His gaze heated up. ‘Promise me that you’ll call. I’m in meetings all day but I’ll be free after six.’

I looked straight at him. ‘I promise,’ I lied.

‘Good.’ He bent his head until his breath was hot against my neck. ‘I’ll look forward to it,’ he whispered.

I almost ran out of the room. I could swear he chuckled as the door closed behind me. So he was good looking, I told myself. And I could feel fizzy lust zipping through my system whenever I looked at him. It was merely a combination of the drugs and the fact that it had been too long since I’d had  a man. He was a sexy guy and I wasn’t immune. It didn’t make me want to marry him or have his babies any more than he wanted that from me. I sighed. He certainly lived up to his reputation.

Locating my shoes at the far end of the sofa, I scooped them up along with my bag. There wasn’t a peep from Bob so at least something was going my way. I clumped out to the front door, keeping one wary eye on Byron’s bedroom. When I was sure he wasn’t about to suddenly appear, I wrenched open the door and stood back, letting it slam shut. There was still no sound from the bedroom. Perfect. I tiptoed over to the silent unoccupied second bedroom and sneaked inside.

There was a gap underneath the bed. It would be a tight squeeze but I reckoned I could manage it if I had to. Helpfully, there were also several built-in wardrobes. It was nice to have options. Now all I had to do was wait and hope that Byron didn’t plan to hold his meetings here in the suite. He had to leave sooner or later. I pinched the bridge of my nose and wished I’d thought to grab a glass of water before I pretended to leave. My mouth was as dry as a badger’s arse. My breath probably smelled even worse.

If I closed the bedroom door completely, I wouldn’t be able to see a thing. Whoever had crafted this room put a lot of effort into the details. I was certain, however, that it been ajar last night so, as long as I was careful, I could leave it that way and give myself a line of sight into the living room.