Chapter 41: Submission?

Roman had just excused himself from Alyssa when I intercepted, pasting on the fakest, tightest smile in my arsenal. My hand hooked into his arm like a grappling hook, and I hauled him toward our room before anyone could blink. I wasn’t about to take chances. Not tonight. Not with Dean’s smug little bomb ticking in my pocket. The door shut behind us with a soft click, but the sound felt like a gunshot in my chest. I spun on him, all claws and teeth. Ready to attack. “What the hell, Roman?” He blinked at me, actually blinking like he had no idea. “Okay… can I at least know what I did wrong before I get executed?” “Dean found your name on the VIP guest list for an escort service website.” That got a reaction. His eyebrows went up a millimeter. “How did he get his hands on that?” “I have no fucking idea. Do you think I keep a subscription to Creeps With Connections Monthly?” “But I already canceled my membership—” “Two days before we arrived here,” I cut in, “after you placed your last ord