Ryan Reign (New York Ruthless #4)(10)

When Shane unlocks our room with the electronic key, he opens the door and I step inside. The room is palatial, with floor to ceiling windows, a huge living area and a bar.

I kick off my sneakers and flop down onto the huge sofa. “This place is bigger than the house I grew up in.” I smile at him as he tips the bellboy before walking over to me. He lifts my feet and sits down beside me before placing them over his lap.

“Bigger than the house I grew up in too.” He cocks an eyebrow as he looks around the room.

“I thought your family always had money?”

He nods. “My father always had money, but he squandered most of it on women, fast cars and anything else that gave him a buzz. It wasn’t until I started earning for myself at fifteen that me or my brothers had any real money.”

“You started working for your father at fifteen?”

“No.” He shakes his head and smiles. “I started getting paid for it at fifteen. And I made much smarter investments than my father ever did.”

“How old were you when you made your first million?”

He tilts his head to one side as he considers my question. “Twenty,” he finally answers.

“Wow!” I stretch my legs over his and he rubs my feet. “You’re pretty amazing, Shane Ryan.”

“Well, that means a lot coming from you, Jessie Ryan,” he smiles at me and I feel the heat building in my core, but then I’m reminded of when we checked in a few minutes ago and I feel a pang of guilt. “What is it?”

“You think that was a little insensitive before? Checking in as Mr. and Mrs. Ryan?” I bite on my lip.

“Why?” he frowns.

“Because you and Erin almost were that. She looked really hurt, Shane.”

He reaches over and brushes his fingertips over my cheek. “She knows who you are to me. She chose to travel with us. To stay at the same hotel as us. I’m not going to apologize for being with you, Jessie.”

I swallow hard. This man makes my entire body tremble with need just talking to me. “Okay,” I breathe.

He stands up and holds out his hand to me. “We’ve got a long day tomorrow. I have to go meet with some of my father’s business associates and fake a smile while they pay me condolences for my loss. I want you to come with me.”

I take hold of his hand and allow him to pull me up. “Of course. I’d love to meet some of your old friends.”

“There won’t be any friends of mine there, sweetheart, which is why I want you with me.”

“I will be anything and do anything you need me to this week.”

He arches one eyebrow at me. “You’re going to do as you’re told the whole time we’re here?”

“Yes.”

“No attitude? No acting like a brat?”

“No!” I frown at him. “I am not a brat!”

He slides one arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him, brushing his fingertips over my cheek with his free hand. “That doesn’t sound like much fun at all,” he grins before he hoists me up onto his shoulder and slaps me on the ass before carrying me to the bedroom, which is almost as big as the living area outside. He throws me onto the huge super king-size bed and I bounce into the middle with a giggle.

My stomach growls loudly as he holds himself over me and I blush. I didn’t each much of my meal on the plane, conscious of Erin watching every move I made.

“We should get some room service,” Shane says as he checks his watch.

“Sorry!” I bite my lip and glance down at my stomach. Damn my hunger ruining the mood.

“I’m starving too, sweetheart,” he says before pressing a soft kiss on my stomach. “And besides, we’ve got the whole week together.”

“I know,” I breathe as I look into his eyes. The thought of an entire week in this beautiful hotel room with him makes me tremble with anticipation.

“I am going to enjoy doing filthy things with you, Mrs. Ryan,” he growls.

“I’m pretty sure I’m going to enjoy it even more, Mr. Ryan.”





Chapter 7





Jessie





After breakfast in our room the following morning, Shane and I meet up with Erin in the hotel lobby. I could barely hide my disappointment when he told me that she would be joining us today too, but I suppose this is a business thing and that’s what she’s here for. Shane has hired us a town car with a driver for the week and when the huge, sleek black car pulls up outside the hotel, he opens the door for me and I climb inside and scoot along to the edge of the seat. Erin climbs in next and sits in the middle beside me and I curse under my breath. I hadn’t thought that through. Now she’ll be sitting beside Shane instead of me.

Shane pokes his head inside the car and he looks at the two of us. “Unless you want to sit on my lap, sweetheart, I’d suggest we rethink this seating situation,” he flashes an eyebrow at me.

I look to Erin beside me. “Can you scoot over, please?” I ask, forcing a smile.

She rolls her eyes so hard I think they may have fallen into her brain.

“You really want to sit next to Shane while he’s feeling me up on his lap the entire way?” I ask and that seems to do the trick as she slides along the seat with a deep sigh and I scoot into her place.