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At the knock on the Presidential Suite’s door, Senator Hunter Ramson grabbed a plush terrycloth bathrobe off the warming bar behind the door, eased the frosted glass sliding door to the bedroom mostly shut behind him, and answered it.
He’d been expecting dinner a bit later, but this was fine. He wanted to surprise Rose by serving it to her in bed.
The woman was gloriously insatiable today and he looked forward to just how long it would take them to eat a Trout Amandine and one of the Bistro Bis’ fine Angus strip steaks…with each other as a palate cleanser between courses.
He opened the door with a flourish, but wasn’t ready for what was waiting in the hall.
“Good evening, Senator,” Clarissa Reese breezed in. “I’m glad I’m not interrupting anything.”
“You are!” Goddamn b***h of a w
