Chapter 275
Chapter 275:
As his fingers brushed the delicate fabric, an unbidden image surfaced without warning — June standing in his doorway in her bathrobe, the pale curve of her neck exposed in the dim light.
A heavy, sudden heat moved through him. His throat went dry. He swallowed hard and forced the sensation back down.
He carried everything to the counter and set his black card on the glass. The transaction took under two minutes. The assistant handed him three beautifully wrapped shopping bags.
Crawford walked back out into the freezing rain. As he opened the door of his SUV, his encrypted phone vibrated. He pulled it out.
𝗗𝘰n’𝘁 mі𝗌𝘀 n𝖾𝘸 𝘳𝘦𝗹еаsеs 𝘰𝗇
Sir. The interrogation is verified. The next drop is confirmed for tomorrow night at the chemical plant in Providence.
Crawford stared at the screen, then glanced at the shopping bags in the passenger seat.
A slow, deeply possessive smile spread across his face.
He got into the car and dialed the hotel’s general manager directly.
“Listen carefully,” he said, his voice leaving no room for negotiation. “I am sending a package to the Presidential Suite. Your staff will deliver it to Ms. Erickson’s door and tell her the hotel sourced it through an emergency vendor. My name is not to be mentioned under any circumstances p>
He ended the call.
She would be wrapped in clothes he had chosen, and she would never know he had quietly claimed that territory.
Crawford stepped out of the freezing Boston rain and through the massive glass doors of the hotel lobby.
He didn’t go to the elevators. He walked directly to the concierge desk, his dark eyes fixed on the night manager, who swallowed hard and felt a cold sweat break across his forehead. The man had just fielded a call from the general manager and knew exactly who was approaching.
The Love Group owned thirty percent of this hotel chain.
Crawford set the three luxury shopping bags on the polished mahogany counter.
“You will take these to the Presidential Suite immediately,” he said, his voice a low, absolute command that left no room for interpretation. “You will tell Ms. Erickson this is the hotel’s highest tier of emergency compensation for the damage to her garments p>
The manager nodded quickly, hands trembling slightly as he reached for the bags. “Yes, Mr. Love. I will handle it personally p>
Crawford gave a single sharp nod and turned toward the elevators, his leather shoes making no sound on the marble floor.
Five minutes later, the brass doorbell of the Presidential Suite rang.
Inside the master bedroom, June tightened the belt of her bathrobe and crossed to the door, peering through the peephole. The hotel manager stood in the hallway, a female attendant behind him holding a polished brass clothing rack.
June unlocked the deadbolt and pulled the door open a few inches.
“Ms. Erickson,” the manager said, bowing slightly. “Hotel management was made aware of the incident regarding your garments. Please accept our sincerest apologies.” He gestured to the rack. “We provide a complimentary emergency wardrobe service for our VIP guests. Please, take these with our compliments p>