Drive. Fast. He commanded
with his mind. I nodded and turned over the car. I pulled away from the house,
peeling down the driveway and nearly running over Garrett. He laughed heartily,
mentally and told us to not break anything. I snorted and broke every single
traffic law to get to Milwaukee. Thank goodness, there was no traffic at two in
the morning. I made it into Milwaukee in no time. The first hotel I saw was the
Iron Horse Hotel.
Hold your breath,
Edward. You’re not in control, I said to him. His eyes were black onyx and
so there was no concern about scaring the concierge with his blood-red eyes. I
shielded him and we walked into the hotel after we used the valet to park the
car. I walked up to the front desk. “Hello,” I said seductively.
The concierge looked at me, his blue eyes appraising me. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. I wonder if that’s her
brother. “Welcome to the Iron Horse Hotel,” he said, his voice squeaking
slightly. Jesus, am I going through
puberty again? “How can I help you?”
“My husband and I were on a road trip and we just need a
break for a few days. Do you have a room available?” I asked, dazzling him with
my vampiric beauty.
“The only room available is the suite,” he responded after
he checked the computer. “Would that be alright for you?” And your husband, he sneered mentally.
“Perfect,” I said as I put down my new Isabella Masen credit
card. “Three nights, please?” His mental grumblings were about he’d end up
alone with a cat. He handed me the credit slip which I signed with a flourish. “Thank
you.”
“You’re welcome. Room 609,” he said, handing me two keys. “Do
you need help up to the room, Mrs. Masen?”
“No,” Edward growled as his arms shot around me, nuzzling my
neck. “Come on, Mrs. Masen. I need to fuck my wife.” I waved at the concierge
as I was dragged to the elevator. Once the lift arrived, Edward pulled me
inside, lifting me as he devoured my mouth.
Iron Horse Hotel
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