Savage Hunger(82)
“And that’s the only reason?”
He didn’t breathe as he waited for her to answer. She lifted her head, surprise flickering in her gaze, then uncertainty. There was something beneath it, something that gave him hope and made everything primal within him flare with need. But then she looked down at her laced fingers and shrugged.
“Should there be another reason?”
Disappointment crushed through his chest, burning his lungs and twisting his stomach. No. Of course there wouldn’t be another reason.
Instead of answering her question, he strode toward the desk, grabbing the folder off it that had the room service menu.
“What do you want to eat?” he asked brusquely.
She was silent for a moment, then, “Nothing. I’m not hungry.”
“I let you get away with that this morning, Sienna, but you haven’t eaten more than a light lunch in probably over twelve hours. And you threw that up at your dad’s house. You’ll eat if I have to damn well feed you.”
“You are so bossy. Fine, just order me a little side salad.”
He reached for the phone and dialed room service.
“And actually, maybe some chicken strips and fries too. Oh, and if they have chocolate cake, I could probably go for a slice.”
From not hungry to a three-course meal? Warrick’s brows shot up and he smothered the sudden urge to laugh.
“What? You said food and I started to realize that, yeah I am a little hungry,” she grumbled and climbed out of bed. “I also need a shower.”
He was about to reply when someone answered the line. Turning his back to her he placed their food order. By the time he’d finished and turned back around, Sienna had already disappeared into the shower and he immediately tried to block the image of her naked beneath the stream of water.
His hands curled into fists and he drew in a slow breath. He really hadn’t touched her since that moment when he’d taken her in the forest, and even then it had been hard and fast. He had been claiming her in every sense of the word.
A knock on the hotel room door had his blood quickening and him reaching for the gun at his waist.
Room service was fast in this hotel, but it wasn’t that fast.
Warrick crossed the room, ready to draw his weapon at the slightest threat. A quick glance into the peephole showed Agent Larson standing out in the hallway.
Pulling back, he swore quietly. How in the hell had Larson discovered where he and Sienna were? Quinton had set up the reservation and the alias, promising no one—not even other agents—would be told of their location.
He opened the door and offered a hard, humorless smile. “You mind telling me how you figured out we were here?”
“I told him.”
Quinton stepped into view and gave a slight shrug. “He is your alpha, Donovan. He has every right to know where you both are.”
“Really?” Warrick nodded and arched a brow. All Sienna’s fears about someone within the P.I.A. being in on it were beginning to sound a little more plausible. “Last night, when the safe house was getting shot up. Where the hell were you, Larson?”
“Donovan, let’s take this inside,” Quinton warned, his low tone taking on an edge.
Larson’s lips curled downward and his gaze turned flinty. “Now I know you’re not stupid enough to accuse me of what I think you are.”
“And what if I am?”
Quinton muscled himself farther into the doorway. “I said let’s take this inside, boys. Now.”
Warrick reluctantly stepped back and let the two men into the room, but didn’t remove his hand from his gun. He’d never had a reason not to trust Larson, but too many things had gone wrong where Sienna was concerned.
“Besides, I come bearing gifts.” Quinton strode into the hotel room and tossed the Walmart bag on the bed. “It’s for your woman. Speaking of whom, where is she?”
“Shower.” Warrick grabbed the bag and glanced inside, then dropped it back on the bed once he spotted the clothes and toiletries.
“His woman?” Larson asked sharply, and turned from where he stood at the window. “I hope he’s speaking figuratively.”
Warrick’s teeth snapped together. “My relationship with Sienna shouldn’t concern you.”
Larson’s head snapped back, his eyes wide. “Fuck me. You actually marked her. Didn’t you? You’d throw away every—”
“I repeat, not your fucking concern.” Warrick balled his fists so he wouldn’t reach out and grab the alpha by his shirt and throw him across the room.
“Look, this isn’t why we came here.” Quinton stepped between the two men and shot a warning glance at them both, before turning back to Warrick. “We have news about Sienna’s father.”