Chapter 92 Ninety-two

• Abel
• The hotel appeared through the window - one of those discreet luxury places that catered to people who needed privacy and didn't ask questions. Perfect. I helped Millicent straighten her dress enough to walk through the lobby, though there was no hiding her mussed hair or swollen lips. Or the fact that I couldn't keep my hands off her for more than two seconds.
• Check-in was a blur. I probably paid for the penthouse, maybe the whole floor, I didn't care. All that mattered was getting a key and getting Millicent alone before I completely lost it and took her against the lobby wall. The desk clerk handed over the key card with professional efficiency, carefully not looking at how Millicent swayed into me or how my hand possessively gripped her hip.