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why she was angry so she told herself it was because if he fucked things up it would mean Jamie’s life. She dug an elbow into his side, gave Carmen a deceptively sweet smile, and forced Darien to take a few steps back.
    “We are so excited to be here,” she said, “You have such a lovely place. This was the first place I decided on. I told Brent the minute he asked me to marry him that I wanted to honeymoon here and he agreed. Isn’t he wonderful?” She batted her eyes and placed the most vacuous expression she could muster up on her face. “Oh, I do believe that is our luggage! Honey, please make sure they put it just the way I like, you know I get headaches when things are not the way I like them.”
    She pressed her body close to his and smiled up at him, “We don’t want me getting a headache tonight, do we sugar plum?”
    Their very expensive luggage was being hauled toward the elevator. Lolita disentangled herself from Darien, giggled a few times for good measure, and added to Carmen, “You have to excuse us. It is our honeymoon; we are a little over-excited I think.”
    “I see it all the time,” Carmen said in her gorgeously accented English. She flapped a hand at them, “Follow Marcus, he will show you to your room…and have a wonderful afternoon. I hope to see you at dinner.” She directed the last sentence at Darien, who gave her a cocky little grin and wink.
    They walked through the main reception room, the room featured a tinkling fountain, mosaic tiles, groups of chairs and sofas and long vases filled with fresh flowers. There was no desk; all reservations had to be paid in advance and any charges incurred during the stay would be added to a bill that would arrive after the stay was over. A desk filled with people checking in or arguing over a few dollars, as so many wealthy people were wont to do, would have been too crude, too jarring, and taken away from the splendor of the décor.
    “You do know Carlos will put your balls on a skewer and serve them to you for dinner?” Lolita whispered into his ear.
    “Oh Lily Hall, you say the nicest things,” he returned.
    He moved ahead of her and it took all of her willpower not to kick him square in his ass. His very firm and rounded ass, the ass that showed off to great advantage in smoky gray slacks, the fabric cupped his cheeks, the seam running snugly between them. She ground her teeth together; she had no business staring at his bum. For all she cared he could …
    Her unkind thoughts were interrupted by the ding of the elevator doors. The archway that recessed it was decorated with stunning frescoes and red carpet; unless one looked close, you would never know it was there.
    “Why not just take the stairs?” Lolita asked.
    Marcus shrugged, “You can, most guests prefer not to.”
    He sure as hell did not seem inclined to do so. “Why ever not?”
    “It is very steep and the landing splits, a lot of guests get confused, especially after some wine.”
    Marcus lapsed into silence for a few moments then he began to tell them about the sights to be seen in town, what shops to look into, the latest hot nightclubs and so on. Darien and Lolita both were familiar with the place though they were pretending not to be so they asked questions and feigned excitement during the short ride up to the third floor and then down yet another hallway to their suite.
    Lolita had to admit the suite was the epitome of decadent living. Rich silks and satins covered the king-sized bed, the four posters of which were obviously, very much extinct, American rosewood. The floor was marble, white with silver threads running through it and the rugs were all gloriously faded antiques.
    A white marble fountain sat in the center of the living room, lending a charming little musical jangle to the room, as well as coolness. The bathroom had a huge Jacuzzi tub, his and her sinks, a walk in shower and a bidet with gold faucets.
    The towel racks had built in heaters and there was