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other side of the humongous dune and return for them in an hour, retrieved the tote of supplies she’d asked Omar to pack for them, then waited until the limo had disappeared back around the dune before unwinding the scarf from around her head and taking Spencer’s hand. “Follow me.”
Chapter 5
S pencer slumped back in his seat on a cushy gold velvet divan and checked his watch for the umpteenth time. Since Ayaan had given them their tour of the suite, which comprised the entire top floor of the luxury hotel and was dripping with priceless mosaics and artwork, thick Persian rugs and intricately hand-carved wooden furniture—plus the numerous sparkling crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings—Toni had been locked in her chosen bedroom for an eternity. She’d asked him to wait for their luggage and to choose whichever room he wanted, then disappeared into her quarters. He’d done as she asked, but for a guy who kept busy and on-the-go, waiting around like this drove him crazy. Not to mention the fact he was starving again. A burger and fries and sundae only lasted a man so long.
He pulled out his phone again to check for new messages from his team. Nothing yet. He suspected they were probably still stuck at the airport, waiting to land or in line at customs. Hopefully Gage had discarded his illegal contraband before entering Jubail airspace, or they’d be facing another international incident again. Definitely not what they needed, now that they were closer than ever to finding Nick’s real killer. He wondered if Hayley had cracked the encryption on the e-readers yet and sent Kyle another text for an update once they had service again.
Chuckling, he put his cell away. Even though they were a monumental pain in his ass sometimes, he missed the guys when they weren’t around. Not that he’d tell them that.
Finally, Toni’s door opened and she stepped out, looking dead tired and decidedly adorable in her PJs, her face scrubbed clean of makeup and her hair pulled back in a messy bun at the nape of her neck. She padded over on bare feet and settled on the other end of the divan from him. He noticed for the first time her toenails were painted a deep pink color with tiny white polka dots. Her thumbs were furiously flying over the virtual keyboard on her screen as she texted someone. Spencer tried to casually lean over and see who she was messaging, but she hit send and put the phone down before he saw anything.
“Sorry. Fell asleep in the bath.” She sighed and and rolled her shoulders, the movement highlighting the deep scooped neck of her fuchsia tank top and the delicate lines of her collarbones. “Would you be completely opposed to staying in and ordering room service?”
It took a moment for her words to penetrate the fog of lustful images now clogging his brain—Toni sprawled against the side of a sunken tub full of bubbles, her head thrown back in ecstasy as he thrust hard into her, bringing them both to the pinnacle of climax again and again. His cock twitched in eager response and he shifted away from her to hide his body’s reactions. Dismayed by his seemingly complete lack of control whenever she was around, Spencer forgot all about revisiting his favorite local Fattoush places. “Fine. Whatever.”
“Great.” Toni reached over and grabbed a large black binder he assumed was the hotel directory and flipped it open to the in-room dining menu. “The kitchen downstairs is Michelin Three Star rated. Looks like they’ve got a pretty great selection of stuff. I think I’ll have the hummus platter with a side of tabbouleh.” She handed the menu to him. “What about you?”
“Hmm.” His stupid stomach rumbled and he glanced up at her to see if she’d heard. From her sly grin, he guessed she had. “Hand me the phone and I’ll call it in.”
He punched in the number for room service and a moment later, a man with a thick accent answered the phone. “Thank you for calling Al
Chapter 5
S pencer slumped back in his seat on a cushy gold velvet divan and checked his watch for the umpteenth time. Since Ayaan had given them their tour of the suite, which comprised the entire top floor of the luxury hotel and was dripping with priceless mosaics and artwork, thick Persian rugs and intricately hand-carved wooden furniture—plus the numerous sparkling crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings—Toni had been locked in her chosen bedroom for an eternity. She’d asked him to wait for their luggage and to choose whichever room he wanted, then disappeared into her quarters. He’d done as she asked, but for a guy who kept busy and on-the-go, waiting around like this drove him crazy. Not to mention the fact he was starving again. A burger and fries and sundae only lasted a man so long.
He pulled out his phone again to check for new messages from his team. Nothing yet. He suspected they were probably still stuck at the airport, waiting to land or in line at customs. Hopefully Gage had discarded his illegal contraband before entering Jubail airspace, or they’d be facing another international incident again. Definitely not what they needed, now that they were closer than ever to finding Nick’s real killer. He wondered if Hayley had cracked the encryption on the e-readers yet and sent Kyle another text for an update once they had service again.
Chuckling, he put his cell away. Even though they were a monumental pain in his ass sometimes, he missed the guys when they weren’t around. Not that he’d tell them that.
Finally, Toni’s door opened and she stepped out, looking dead tired and decidedly adorable in her PJs, her face scrubbed clean of makeup and her hair pulled back in a messy bun at the nape of her neck. She padded over on bare feet and settled on the other end of the divan from him. He noticed for the first time her toenails were painted a deep pink color with tiny white polka dots. Her thumbs were furiously flying over the virtual keyboard on her screen as she texted someone. Spencer tried to casually lean over and see who she was messaging, but she hit send and put the phone down before he saw anything.
“Sorry. Fell asleep in the bath.” She sighed and and rolled her shoulders, the movement highlighting the deep scooped neck of her fuchsia tank top and the delicate lines of her collarbones. “Would you be completely opposed to staying in and ordering room service?”
It took a moment for her words to penetrate the fog of lustful images now clogging his brain—Toni sprawled against the side of a sunken tub full of bubbles, her head thrown back in ecstasy as he thrust hard into her, bringing them both to the pinnacle of climax again and again. His cock twitched in eager response and he shifted away from her to hide his body’s reactions. Dismayed by his seemingly complete lack of control whenever she was around, Spencer forgot all about revisiting his favorite local Fattoush places. “Fine. Whatever.”
“Great.” Toni reached over and grabbed a large black binder he assumed was the hotel directory and flipped it open to the in-room dining menu. “The kitchen downstairs is Michelin Three Star rated. Looks like they’ve got a pretty great selection of stuff. I think I’ll have the hummus platter with a side of tabbouleh.” She handed the menu to him. “What about you?”
“Hmm.” His stupid stomach rumbled and he glanced up at her to see if she’d heard. From her sly grin, he guessed she had. “Hand me the phone and I’ll call it in.”
He punched in the number for room service and a moment later, a man with a thick accent answered the phone. “Thank you for calling Al
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