CHAPTER 91

AIDEN

That look was far too fucking attitude-filled for my liking. And that smirk on her pink lips. Damn.

I left my guitar leaning against my chair and got up, following her out the door. Having dinner alone my ass—there wasn’t a chance in hell she was gonna do that. I was going to follow her ass through this hotel and up to her room because I wanted to. Besides, with the others not around, it was the perfect chance to pull some of that past of hers out of her, to make her talk.

I wanted to hear her talk.

You don’t run from one night of abuse. That much is painstakingly clear.

“Hey, sugar,” I drawled, leaning on the receptionist’s desk.

“Mr. James.” She glanced up through her hair.

“C’mon, now, I’ve told you to call me Aiden . . .” My eyes flicked to her badge. “Tracey.”

She blushed. “How can I help you, Aiden?”

“I can’t seem to get hold of my assistant on the phone, and she’s sick. I know she’s in her room. I’m real worried about her. What are the chances of you givin’ me her room ke