Chapter 9
Bart escorted Rebecca through the Biltmore up the elevator to his presidential suite.
This had to be the biggest room in the hotel. She should have expected nothing less, she thought, as they entered a suite fit for royalty, two floors, and much larger than a typical hotel room.
It even had a crystal chandelier.
She sauntered toward the balcony that overlooked the estate.
Instead of showing her around, Bart picked up his laptop from the coffee table.
“What’s going on?”
He shoved the laptop in the sleeve and put it in his briefcase. “I have some meetings downstairs.” He placed his hand on her lower back and guided her to the dining area that could easily host a twenty-person dinner party. All he had on the glossy wooden table was another laptop. He opened it, logged in, and
