The bottle of champagne I had ordered waited untouched, the last of the ice floating around it. Standing quietly next to the table, I looked to Mia's room to find a closed door, no light underneath and absolute silence.Grabbing the champagne, I smiled at the challenge. I had kept a beautiful woman waiting, whether she believed herself beautiful or not. Nor did it matter that she was deeply submissive. I would have to atone for exiling her to the suite then leaving her alone the entire evening, even if my absence was completely her fault.And it was her fault -- I hadn't intended to come to the conference, only accepted at the last minute as an excuse to spend a week in a luxury hotel with my new, lovely senior secretary. Nor had I expected new business to fall in my lap the first day in country, the contract a perfect combination of high profit in exchange for low effort that I didn't want to postpone negotiations.Perhaps, subversively, I also wanted Mia twisting after seeing her with Ames, his hand on her arm, stroking her flesh, his hip brushing against hers, the shared joke he had leaned in far too close to tell her, the palpable tension running through her body when he did.Tension that was mine to claim.Pouring the champagne, I watched the pale gold liquid swirl in the flutes.
