Panic entered the man’s eyes at the name, then his attention turned to tapping keys at a speed that would impress any secretary. He checked the name on the license and the card number against what was in the computer and cleared his throat. “I apologize, Mr. Raspallo. I didn’t know. She’s in room 912. Would you like a key card?”

“I would.”

Why knock if he was paying for her accommodations? He was here to take what he wanted from her anyway, why pretend with pleasantries and knocks on doors that he wasn’t fully entitled to her body until she got on a plane?

The man scanned the card and slid it across the counter with a weak smile. Leo returned a smile of his own, collected his bag, and got on the elevator.

Inside 912, Leo hung his coat in the entryway. A lush master bathroom was on the left. And then further in, toward the back, was the bedroom. He was surprised when he reached the foot of the bed to find Caprice going at it with a strange man—no doubt an old friend she felt justified in catching up with.

“I’m sorry, Caprice. Did you feel it was appropriate to hook up in a room I’m paying for?”

She scrambled off the man she’d been straddling and struggled to cover herself with the bedsheets. The man looked uncertain.

“Hello,” Leo said, addressing the stranger. “I’m Leo Raspallo. Get out, while I’m feeling generous.”

There were moments having that name came in handy. Though his hands were mostly clean of the family business, Leo never hesitated using his name to make an impression.

The man’s eyes widened. “I-I’m sorry. I-I didn’t know she was yours.”

“Hey!” Caprice snapped. “I’m not furniture.”

“Oh, you are if I say you are.” Leo appraised her like a piece of meat he was considering from the butcher. He turned back to the man who was trying to get to his clothing without flashing everyone in the room. “What’s your name?”

“I… uh… um… John.”

“Mm-hmm,” Leo said, not buying that name for a minute. “Well, John, I think it would be better if you put your clothing on out in the hallway. Don’t you agree?”

“But… I… uh…”

Leo raised an eyebrow. John grabbed his clothes and fled from the room. When Leo was alone with Caprice, he said, “You’re going to have to be punished for being such a rude, naughty slut, of course.”

This would have had Faith huddling in a corner, but Caprice smirked. “Was that scene necessary?”

He shrugged. “I’ve got a lot of pent-up energy.”

“I didn’t know you’d come see me,” she said, pouting.

“Like you said, Faith is never going to be enough.”

She smiled.

“Same rules as before. Starting now, no eye contact, address me as Master, only. Do you understand?”

Caprice looked down at the pattern on the bedspread. A shuddering breath left her when she said, “Yes, Master.”

“Did you manage an orgasm with him?” Leo asked.