The private suite was a continuation of the first room, the same decadence being displayed without shame. Plush armchairs upholstered in pale suede, floor-to-ceiling mirrors framed in brass, and a low glass table already laid with carafes of sparkling water, champagne, and a neat bowl of truffles dusted with gold leaf.
Elias didn't even bother hiding the way his hand drifted toward the chocolates. If Victor wanted him here, he could at least pay the toll of sugar.
He had his fingers around one when a voice that made him groan cut across the air.
"Not that," Victor said.
Elias froze, narrowing his eyes as Victor stepped closer, his crimson gaze cutting toward the open double doors where attendants waited like soldiers. A snap of fingers, a rolling rack appeared, not with scattered samples as Elias expected but with complete looks, head to toe.
