Blythe
I looked at Duncan as he led me through the hotel lobby. We had gotten off his private plane ten minutes ago and I was itching to explore. But first he wanted to check in and shed our luggage. Holding his hand as I walk with him we went to the front desk and the woman instantly turned on flirt mode. She batted her eyelashes at him and then looked at him as she handed him the room keys. "Master suite, third floor."
Duncan nodded and started to leave and I started to follow when she asked me, "You're his sister? Correct?" When she gave me a devilish smirk I felt my last good nerve die. "No bitch." And then I let my usual pleasant aura become one of anger and threw it at her. She stumbled back and I smirked as I rode the elevator up with Duncan. He smirked at me as he handed me the r
