I grit my teeth but accept the glass of champagne.
“If you also want to wash up, there’s another shower and a set of pajamas in the closet. Please make yourself at home. I promise your dog will be fine. I can have one of my men go to your apartment, feed your dog, and take her for a walk. Would you like that?”
I rub my face with both of my palms. “I don’t really like people invading my privacy and entering my private domain. Can’t we just settle this some other time? Just release me, so I can get home to my dog, all right? Why aren’t you thankful to me that I saved your life?”
He chuckles. “Ms. Lee, I am thankful to you. That’s why I’m allowing you to stay the night in this five-star hotel, giving you alcohol and feeding you fatty, indulgent things. As a bonus, you have the honor of keeping me company for the evening. Don’t worry, Ms. Lee, I’m not expecting you to give me your body in return. Your presence is enough.” He tugs on his tie until it’s loose before taking it off to drape over the back of a chair. “I’m going to shower. I suggest you do too. You smell like rum and shrimp.” With a wink, he turns away and goes into the ensuite bathroom.
Ugh, if he is in the Mafia, I probably don’t even have to give him a key to my apartment. He can just send one of his goons to take care of Kinzi. For all I know, he owns the building I live in.
Why am I even sweating this? Agent Fine told me to watch this guy, and I can’t get any closer to him than I am now. I even thwarted an assassination attempt. I think I deserve some champagne, fried chicken, waffles, and chocolate cake, thank you very much. I had a hell of a day.
Maybe I should take a shower, too. I drain my glass of champagne, then wander to the other bathroom. When will I ever get the chance to stay in a suite like this again?
I pull out my phone and text Agent Fine about Rebecca Kane. Man, I sure hope I didn’t misunderstand what she was saying and inadvertently branded her a Russian assassin or anything. She could have been on the phone with Amazon.com support, trying to return a blender or an off-brand charging cable for her phone.
To be honest, my Russian isn’t very good.