Chapter 604

Evelyn lowered her gaze slightly as she approached, raising one elegant hand.

Her regal posture sent an unexpected thrill through Nathan. The proud Evelyn Sinclair was absolutely, devastatingly adorable. Without hesitation, he handed her the keycard.

The electronic lock beeped. Evelyn stepped inside, scanning the suite with hidden amusement. This luxury hotel belonged to Sterling Enterprises.

Considered a landmark in New York City, The Grandeur hosted countless high-profile events. Yet he still found it lacking? She shook her head in silent mockery. What a wasted opportunity.

Nathan frowned at her reaction. "Not to your standards?" He checked his platinum watch, mentally calculating if they could still make it to The Regal Grand across town.

Evelyn tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "It's adequate."

She moved further inside with her belongings. Nathan studied her carefully, relieved when no further disapproval showed. He'd stayed here often but never paid much attention.

Now he saw it through her eyes - merely passable. Evelyn turned suddenly, finding him still lingering at the threshold. Her frosty expression darkened. "Mr. Blackwood, planning to stay?"

Nathan arched an eyebrow. Exhaustion lined his features after their long day. He leaned casually against the doorframe, gaze lifting to meet hers. "May I?"

A cold laugh escaped her. "By all means."

His pulse jumped - until she continued icily, "Shall I invite those three socialites begging to share your bed? They'd make excellent company."

The temperature seemed to drop instantly.

Nathan's face hardened into a scowl. She wasn't joking. He wanted to devour her right there, but restrained himself.

Evelyn always won their battles. Nathan ground his teeth in frustration. "Fine. You win."

He turned sharply, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the frame. Evelyn smirked. Did he really think he could outmaneuver her?

She changed into silk pajamas, applied a face mask, then curled onto the plush sofa with her laptop. Urgent emails demanded attention while the production team worked late.

Meanwhile, Dominic Kingsley reviewed next day's schedule with the director when a knock interrupted. He opened the door to find Cassandra Blake in a scandalously thin robe.

Her made-up face and sultry pose made his stomach clench. After years in Hollywood, he recognized calculated seduction when he saw it.

Cassandra leaned provocatively against the doorframe, affecting innocence. "Mr. Kingsley, could you tell me Nathan's room number?" She fluttered her phone. "He summoned me but I forgot to ask where."

The transparent lie almost made him laugh.