Amber & Lochlann (Flesh & Blood) Read Free Page B

living space. It all looked very normal, comfortable looking sofas, a small sparkling kitchen with all the mod cons - though Amber suspected they had never seen any use - a dining area, TV, sound system, everything you would expect to find in an expensive hotel. There was nothing unusual except for one thing, the stage and pole in the centre of the room. Her stage she reminded herself.
    There were two s ets of doors leading off the room. “Lochlann’s room is through there,” Rachel said indicating the door on the other side of the room. “You room is through here.”
    Never had she stayed in a room so grand. It was massive though the large queen size bed did ta ke up a huge amount of space where it sat in the very centre of the room there was still more space than she was used to.
    Rachel left her to settle in and investigate, promising to send one of the guys up before the next night fall so she would not be alon e with Lochlann for a moment. She spent the next hour checking and trying everything like a child in a candy shop. The bed, the TV which had a mountain of DVD’s sat in the cabinet next to it. Opening a door she found a huge bathroom with walk-in double shower and Jacuzzi bath. Through another door she found a walk-in wardrobe with a vanity table filled with all her makeup and products from the dressing room downstairs. All her costumes had been brought up as well and were now hanging on the rails with a collection of other clothes she did not recognise but were all in her size. They ranged from everyday casual to evening wear, a wide selection of shoes and even underwear.
    She was glad she wouldn’t have to return to her bedsit to collect anything, though she didn’t like the idea that he had brought them, selected them for her.
    No, Rachel would have done it she told herself, though she knew Rachel would never have pu rchased the kind of lingerie in the draws. They were all small lace items in a variety of colours, all quite revealing and seductive. Digging further still in the draws she found a selection of nightwear, some even more revealing than the underwear, but she was happy to find a nice vest and shorts set that were more her style and a little safer. Taking them with her back into the bedroom she began to run a bath before heading back into the living area to have a little nose about before Lochlann returned at sunrise.
    The kitchen was what she was most curious about. Would they have thought to get food in for her or would she be expected to eat elsewhere during the day?
    Thankfully the cupboards did indeed seem to hold food, and plenty of it. As she dug around she found that what looked like another cupboard was in fact a small fridge and next to that a freezer, both filled with more food. But if that was the fridge then what was the large silver American style fridge freezer in the corner for? Moving over to it she grasped the handle and pulled.
    Blood!
    Even though the bottles were sealed she could still imagine the smell of it clouding round her. Of course they would keep blood up here for the guests, she reminded herself. They served it down in the bar so why wouldn’t they have it available to the elites in the suites at all times.
    Deciding she had seen enough for one night she quickly retired back to the bedroom, locking the door behind her and headed for her bath. Hopefully a nice relaxing soak would help her sleep.
     
    She was awoken abruptly the next day by a knock on the door. Diving out of bed she quickly wrapped herself in a sheet and went to answer it, her heart pounding wildly in panic in case it was Lochlann, but looking to the window she could see it was still light outside.
    “Oh hey Tex,” she said opening the door to find the large man standing t here with his fist raised as if to knock again.
    Smiling warmly, “the sun will be setting in a few hours, thought you might like a wakeup call so you can eat and prepare before Lochlann rises for the night.”
    “Thanks Tex,”