A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes and he lifted my hand, kissing the palm with his soft lips. “It would be an honor, but I must regretfully decline. I have many business details to complete before the dawn arrives, and time is short. If you desire anything, simply lift any of the telephones in the penthouse and someone will satisfy your needs. I will come to you tomorrow evening when I rise. Sleep well, my love.” He leaned in, pressed his warm lips to mine, and vanished. I chuckled as I thought about picking up the phone to have someone satisfy my needs. Just how far did Devereux’s hospitality stretch?
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