Georgia's POV
Nick's fingers intertwined with mine as he tugged me toward the elevator. His grip was possessive, as if I was going to get lost.
"Wait—where are we going?" I asked, breathless already.
"To our suite," he said simply, pressing the button like it was just an ordinary thing to do.
"My gift for you is in the limo. I should get it first—"
Nick slipped his phone from his pocket in one fluid motion and called the driver. His gaze locked with mine, sharp and unyielding. "Which bag is yours?"
I quickly told him, and he handed me the phone so I could confirm. By the time I finished, the elevator doors slid open.
But before they could close again, several people stumbled inside—clearly drunk, some half-supported by their companions. The stench of rum and expensive cigars filled the small space.
"CEO Nicholas Knight!" a middle-aged man slurred, recognizing him instantly. "Didn't know you were staying here too."
