Before Nova could object, Holden had closed the door behind them, his body blocking her exit. “You almost ruined my plans tonight, and you made me very angry,” he said with a slight smile. “I’m staying here tonight.” It wasn’t a request. He walked past her toward the bedroom without even taking off his shoes. He didn’t know what he was doing, only that he enjoyed tormenting her. Her apartment was small and old, but for some reason, he always slept soundly here.
“Mr. Covington, do you have some kind of fetish for slumming it? If you like it here so much, you can rent it from me, and I’ll go stay at your place.” Despite her annoyance, she took a pair of disposable slippers from the shoe cabinet and tossed them to him.
“I’d like that,” he said, sitting on the sofa, “but I doubt you could get past security.”
She didn’t miss a beat. “At your standards, a night here should cost at least a thousand, right?”
He didn’t argue. He took a card from his wallet. “There’s a hundred thousand on this. No pin.”
Her heart skipped a beat. She despised him, but she didn’t despise his money. She took the card without hesitation. “Thank you, Mr. Covington. Next time you decide to stay, I’ll get a hotel room.”
“That won’t be necessary. I sleep better when you’re here.”
“I don’t dare.”



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