‘Here is your key.’ His key? Julia stared at him. ‘You aren’t staying here?’ Silas was a ‘five-star hotel and nothing less’ man. No—correction. Silas was a ‘private villa and his own personal space’ man who, she was pretty sure, had never stayed at a three-star hotel in his life. ‘I’ve booked us a suite and asked them to move your stuff to it from your room. That way Blayne won’t be under any misapprehensions about us or our relationship.’ A suite? Us? Their relationship? ‘Something wrong?’ Silas asked her. ‘Do you really need to ask?’ Julia challenged him as soon as she had got enough breath back to speak. ‘Silas, no way am I going to sleep with you.’ ‘Sleep with me?’ ‘You know what I mean,’ Julia told him crossly. ‘We’ll discuss it in our suite, shall we?’ Silas suggested in a gentle voice that felt like a very thin covering over very hard steel as it fell against her frazzled nerve-endings.
