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choked, a second too late in realizing what that meant. Alyx was even worse, laughing outright as Constantijin cursed in fluid Dutch.
     
                Alyx’s eyes suddenly narrowed. “You will take care of her, won’t you?”
     
                “With everything I have,” Constantijin answered, his words strongly accented. It made me blink back tears.
     
                An impish grin appeared on her face.
     
                Uh-oh.
     
                “Alyx, don’t---”
     
                “And you will take care of her that way, too, right?”
     
                “ALYX!”
     
                Constantijin lifted a brow at me before glancing back at my friend, his tone curious as he asked, “In what way?”
     
                Alyx slowly started backing away, which was smart of her because if she had been close enough for me to reach, she’d be, like, totally under six thousand feet by now.
     
                She said airily, “Oh, you know, like sex ?”
     
                Constantijin coughed.
     
                “She’s still a V, but I’m sure you know that and I’m equally sure you know what to do with it.”
     

 
     
    Lesson #4
     
    Your billionaire knows a billion ways to please your body,
     
    but he will not want to know that he has also pleased your heart.
     
     
     
    Over my admittedly weak protests, Constantijin had booked us into the penthouse suite of the nearest five-star hotel to the station, which was literally a block away. The limousine dropped us at the basement parking level, where the manager – his name tag said so – waited for us, next to the hotel’s private lift.
     
                “Mr. Kastein, everything has been arranged according to your specifications.” He bowed, his eyes never straying towards me even though I was pretty sure he was dying of curiosity why a billionaire had a female inmate in his arms.
     
                Constantijin had still insisted on carrying me in his arms, like he wanted to atone for being late by treating me like a spoiled princess. It was embarrassing, of course, but it was also poignantly sweet.
     
                “Thank you. Make sure we are not disturbed.”
     
                “Yes, Mr. Kastein.” The manager bowed then swiped his card on the elevator.
     
                The doors slid closed.
     
    Feeling his heated gaze on me, which made me feel jittery, I said hurriedly, “Is this a new hotel?” I had lived all my life in Florida, but I hadn’t even known this one existed until now.
     
    “No.”
     
    “What’s its name?”
     
    “It doesn’t have one.”
     
    This time, I frowned in exasperation. “I’m serious.”
     
    “And I’m not either, schat .”
     
    Oh, God. The way he said that word – which I still hadn’t managed to look up – made my whole body shiver. And the damn man knew it!
     
    “But---”
     
    “You need to have at least one billion dollars in your account before you are sent an invitation by its management. It is how it keeps its clientele exclusive. Even if you were a client before but your bank account now is a dollar shy from a billion, then you would not be admitted here.”
     
    My jaw dropped – well actually it had done so the moment he said you had to be a billionaire just to be a hotel guest.
     
    “This building has ten floors – and there is only one suite in each floor, except for the penthouse suite, which has the top two floors.”
     
    “You’re totally pulling my leg.”
     
    “You may explore the entire hotel---” He paused.
     
    I tried not to squirm since that pause seemed the type you should be waiting for.
     
    “After I finally take what’s mine.”
     
    I’m not going to ask him what that is. I’m so not going to---
     
    It was hopeless.
     
    Glancing away, I asked breathlessly, “And that’s?”
     
    His