Raymond escorted Georgia into the luxury suite at the five-star hotel like they were just another happy couple checking in after a long trip.
The bellhop barely had time to leave before Raymond was already ordering room service—steak, wine, and everything he thought she'd like, despite Georgia flatly refusing to eat.
As soon as the food arrived, Raymond snapped his fingers, and the guards quietly slipped out, shutting the door behind them.
He removed his watch, tossed it onto the counter along with his rings, then began unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate ease. Slowly, he stepped toward her like nothing had happened, like he hadn't just kidnapped her in broad daylight with armed men.
"Hon," he said, voice soft and strangely cheerful, "I'll go prepare you a bath. You want it warm, yeah?"
"Don't," Georgia muttered, her tone low and sharp. "Don't talk to me. Just leave me alone."
