He stayed still until her laugh echoed faintly through the suite walls. Then, slowly, he turned and stepped inside—smile creeping across his face, totally involuntary, completely hers. All because of her.
Ashcroft stepped inside Damien’s suite just as Damien shut the door behind them, turning the lock with a sharp click. He glanced toward the still-messy dining table—the wine glasses, the dim light spilling from the slightly opened bedroom door—then smirked.
“Damn,” he said, waggling his brows. “It really was a very private moment, huh? So… was it a success?”
Damien gave him a look. “What are you talking about?”
Ashcroft threw himself onto the nearest armchair with zero shame. “Oh, come on. Don’t make me spell it out. Did you two finally seal the deal or are you still out here sufferin
