Suite Mistakes: The Wrong Keycard
Language: en
The room was pitch black. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. "Do you like this lace set? The one you were looking at last time?" I pulled my boyfriend's hand, pressing it against my chest. Suddenly, his body went rigid. His breathing hitched, growing erratic. I thought he was just being shy, so I forcefully pushed him back onto the sofa. My hand trailed down the hard ridges of his abs. But the very next second, my wrist was seized in a vice-like grip. "Who are you? What exactly do you think you're doing?" The voice was deep, crisp, and aristocratic—and cold enough to…