Giada entered the hotel room at four-thirty in the morning after pushing past a handful of security who met her at the lobby of the hotel when she’d exited a taxi. They escorted her straight to the room and told her Mr. Saputo would be arriving shortly to see her.
She entered the bathroom and turned the shower on and stepped under the scalding water, letting the heat rinse off the filth of the activities she’d been engaged in.
The bathroom door slammed open, and she ignored it.
“Where the hell have you been?”
“Working.”
“It’s been three f*****g days!” Sarre growled. “You missed dinner with my mother and sister.”
“I got held up.” She refused to turn around and look at him as he stood outside the glass wall. In her mind’s eye she could picture him with his hands at his sides, his face
