Here he stopped writing and blinked. “I’m not sure I—”
“One. Of. Everything,” I repeated. Right now I was so hungry I was tempted to swallow him whole, pen, notepad, and all.
“Very good.”
He didn’t ask what room I was in. Didn’t ask how I planned to pay. My gods I loved this city. Nothing was impossible in Las Vegas.
Leo had offered to let Sawyer sleep on his second bed for the evening so I would have my privacy after the night’s show. She had asked me roughly seven hundred questions in the car ride to the hotel, so he was probably right to keep her away from me for one night.
I swiped my key and entered my blessedly quiet suite.
Alone at last.
Dropping the bag with my street clothes in it, I stared at the inside of the dimly lit room, wondering what I ought to do. The food would take an hour or more, considering the quantity I’d ordered. Maybe I should take a bath. Let myself go for a little swim in the soaker tub.
I so rarely got a chance to relax and pamper myself, that might be the best option.
Of course, it was possible I’d end up falling asleep in there and drowning. I could think of worse ways to go.
While I debated my options, a soft, rapping sound came at the door. The food? It seemed much too soon.
I pulled open my room door, and Cade was standing outside. He had a bottle of wine in one hand and a plate of donuts covered in pink icing and sprinkles in the other.
He’d been about to say something, but whatever it was died on his lips the second he saw me.
He swallowed hard and took a half step back, like he needed a bit more room to see me better. Once again, he opened his mouth to speak, but then shook his head and kept staring.
“Are those for me?” I pointed to the plate.
“Of course,” he managed. His voice sounded a little strained, and he was still staring at me as if I were a stranger he’d never seen before, rather than the woman he’d known for more than a decade.
To be fair, he’d never seen me quite like this.
“Wow,” he said. “I mean…”
“Your vocabulary is extensive and impressive, sir.” I stepped out of the way, giving him access to my suite.
Cade hesitated, clearly torn. I could tell he wanted to come in, but he was stopping himself just at the threshold of entering.
“Is there a force field up I was unaware of?”
“I can’t come in.”
“Don’t be stupid, you were in here the other day. I know for a fact there’s no bomb strapped to your ankle that will go off if you step into the room. If you’re worried I might molest you, rest easy.”
Frankly, between earth-shattering sex with Cade and a room-service cart full of greasy Chinese food, I was much more excited about the latter. No offense to the man standing in front of me, but I barely had enough energy to draw a bath, let alone go toe-to-toe with him in the heat of passion.
He smirked a little but was obviously still uneasy. “It doesn’t look good. Room service shows up and I’m alone with you? That’s the sort of thing that gets back to Ardra and the temple.”
I got it now. Someone was going to rat him out, and if that happened, there went any chance he and I might have of being alone together. Sido had sent Leo along to do the same job for me, but where I had one chaperone who was very bad at his job, Cade had a whole hotel filled with prying eyes.
“What if we weren’t alone?” I’d been yearning for a little alone time to decompress, but that plan was out the window now. Cade was here, and even if we couldn’t have one-on-one time, it would still be nice to keep him around a while longer.
He thought about it, then nodded. “I think that would be okay.”
Knowing Cade, the idea of spending the evening around other people would be agony. But he was willing to do it if it meant staying here.
I left the door open and collected my phone to send Leo a quick text inviting him and Sawyer to join us.