Free BOSS: A Stepbrother Billionaire Romance by Victoria Villeneuve Page B

since Leanne had obviously organized everything, but I thought maybe this would eventually fall under my duties, so I should learn how it’s done.
    “I have four rooms booked under Kiegan Hunt,” Leanne told the receptionist, a man in his thirties in a full suit.
    “Of couse. Welcome to the Bellagio. I have the penthouse booked for Mr. Hunt, and the adjoining room key is here. On the floor underneath are the other two rooms, 513 and 514. Right across from each other. Please don’t hesitate to let me know if you need anything else.”
    “Thank you,” Leanne told him, handing me the key for the room adjoining the penthouse.
    “Shouldn’t you have this room?” I asked. “After all, you seem to be the one in charge of Kiegan’s things, and you know what you’re doing, you should be the one with the closest access?”
    Leanne smiled. “Thanks, but this was specifically Kiegan’s request.”
    “Weird,” I muttered to myself as we went over to where the guys were waiting.
    “Good,” Kiegan told Leanne as he took the room key, and she handed Josh his. “I want us to meet back here at one, have some lunch, take a bit of a break. The boxing match is tonight so it’s going to be a pretty busy afternoon, take advantage of the downtime while you can.”
    The others nodded and headed up to their rooms.
    “Wait, sis,” Kiegan told me, and I flinched as I noticed the others start at his use of ‘sis’. How was anyone ever going to take me seriously if he insisted on calling me that.
    “Yes, big brother?” I replied sarcastically.
    “I just wanted to make sure you know to get some rest. I plan on making you work for your money, I look forward to running you completely ragged. After all, you have to do whatever I say, remember?”
    With that he winked at me, and went back to his phone. I wondered if there was something the matter with me. Instead of being worried about the rest of the day, all I could think about was being in that big hotel room bed, with him on top of me, running me ragged indeed. I could picture our bodies entwined, my hot skin against his own, our breathing hard, a thin sheen of sweat covering our bodies as I’d stare at his muscular chest and he’d demand more, which I would happily give.
    Get it together, woman , I finally scolded myself after I’d realized I’d been standing in the middle of the hotel lobby daydreaming for at least a minute.
    Fingering my room key I made my way to the row of elevators, where one was down in the lobby, ready to whisk me up to the top floor of the building.
    There were only four apartments on the entire penthouse level, and I found mine pretty easily. The door clicked open as soon as I slipped the key card into the slot, and my jaw dropped open. If Kiegan hadn’t gone up before me, I would have definitely gone down and told him that Leanne had swapped our keys by accident. But no, that meant this had to be my room.
    From where I was standing, I looked out into a living room easily three times the size of my old apartment in Seattle. Floor to ceiling windows gave me a perfect view of the strip. A huge fireplace lined one of the walls, with an eighty inch plasma TV mounted to the wall above it. A giant L-shaped couch, made of black leather and easily big enough to hold ten people was the centrepiece of the living room, with a large glass-topped coffee table in front of it.
    I made my way slowly through the room, unconsciously going as quietly as I could, like I didn’t belong here and if I made any noise I’d be caught and kicked out, sent back to a normal queen room like I was used to.
    Past the living room were a set of French doors that led to a bedroom fit for a king. Like, seriously, the bed was a four poster, king size, in the middle of a room that could have easily fit four of those beds. It looked like I was going to have to get a running start to jump onto the bed at night, it was piled that high with pillows and mattresses.
    The décor was