Yally and Austin watched as Dryce went to the bedroom. Yally couldn’t help the fact that she was clearly checking him out from behind. He was built. Athletic. Perfect. Mmm, the things I would do to that boy. There’s no way I could ever have a chance with him though. He’s a prince and he could have any woman he desired, she thought as Erik closed the bedroom door behind him.

“You said you had some information?” Austin asked.

Ending her daydream, Yally snapped back to reality. “Umm, yeah. So, that guy I took out tonight, whatever it was in that syringe wasn’t lethal. It was just supposed to knock Dryce out long enough to get him out of there. The guy’s fine now. Well, he’s still being held and will be transported to your embassy in the morning for processing. He’s going to be spending some time in your country’s prison system. And, from what I understand, your country doesn’t have due process like the U.S. so… I would assume an attempted abduction on Prince Khan wouldn’t go over so well for him.”

“Wait, how do you know all this already?” Austin shook his head once and squinted his eyes, confused.

“Oh, yeah, well I already interrogated him,” Yally responded coolly.

“What? How? Even I need to get special clearance before doing that,” Austin said, amazed.

Yally nodded her head and smiled, like she knew something they didn’t, while ignoring the question. “So, anyway. There’s more information for you two.” She looked at both Erik and Austin.

Erik shared a look with Austin. Damn she’s good, Erik wanted to say out loud.

Yally continued, “As far as that group of arms dealers trying to kidnap Prince Dryce, you’re not going to need to worry about them anymore. Obviously, I can’t make any promises on future attempts from another group. But, as far as this particular threat; it’s done.”

“How? Why? How do you know all of this?” Austin was still confused, and was trying to get a straightforward answer.

“Mr. Ngo, try to stay with me here,” Yally started to explain. “I went to the station and interviewed the guy from tonight. You know, the one I took out and dropped into Mr. Keegan’s lap.”

“Erik,” Tank clarified.

Austin nodded following along.

“Ok, I explained to him who I was. After a little bit of me having to prove to him that I am who I am, and just a few broken fingers later, he understood. I was able to get his contacts and got to the head man in charge. I… well, I more or less convinced them to back off,” Yally said.

“Ok, just one more question. How did you do all this and make it here before us?” Erik asked.

“Three guys move slower than one woman,” Yally grinned. “I don’t know what to tell you.”

“So, what now?” Austin interjected. “After seeing how well you work, I would love it if you stayed on full-time with us.”

“Yeah, about that. I… don’t think I can do that,” Yally said awkwardly, looking down at the floor.

“Your salary would be very generous, I can assure you,” Austin added.

“It’s not about money,” Yally stated as she started walking towards the main door to the suite.

At the same time, Dryce was back standing at the bedroom door. The door was slightly cracked, and he was half listening in on their conversation. The other half was psyching himself up, building up the nerve to go out there and talk to Yally.

Making her way to the door, Yally continued, “I think it would be a major conflict of interest for me to remain on staff.” Yally grabbed the door handle, before twisting it open, she blurted out, “I think… I think I love him.”

Both Austin and Erik were taken aback. Their eyes grew wide. Dumbfounded, the both of them just stood there awestruck as Yally scrambled out and slammed the door behind her.

Hearing what Yally had just said instantly gave Dryce the courage he was seeking. Those words, coming from her, shot a lightning bolt through his heart, pumping through his veins up into his brain. It ignited a jolt of electricity in every single muscle group of his body, like a spark plug shooting the spark of horsepower into an engine block.

Dryce ran past Erik to the front door. Throwing the door open, he yelled out, “Wait.”

Yally, still standing at the elevator doors, turned to face him. Dryce walked up to her briskly and with purpose.

“Just wait,” he said again.

In one fluid motion, he tilted his head and leaned down a bit. Locking his lips to hers, he kissed her. Every muscle in his body grew tense, flexing his restraint. Yally’s body tensed then relaxed and melted into him as her eyes closed. She loosened up and let her guard down as she moaned into him. Dryce reached around her waist, attempting to pull her in tighter.

Her eyes opened, and she looked at him, his eyes closed, and then pushed him back. Grabbing his suit jacket and shirt in her fists, she spun him around and slammed him into the elevator door.

“Oh God, please don’t hit me,” Dryce said putting his hand up.

Reading the fear in his face, she could see the searching sincerity burning in his eyes. She knew right then he felt the same way about her as she did about him. Leaning into him she kissed him again before pulling back.“Does that give you your answer?”

“Yes,” Dryce breathed before pulling Yally flush against him and capturing her lips with his again.

“You wanna go somewhere?” Dryce whispered in between kisses.

The elevator doors opened and she furiously rushed him into the enclosed box, slamming his back against the elevator wall. “Yes,” she said.

Austin and Erik stood at the suite doors watching them. As Yally tossed Dryce inside the elevator, Erik started forward. Austin quickly reached out, grabbing his arm. “Stop,” Austin said softly.

“Sorry, sir. Force of habit,” Erik said. “You think they’re going to be ok?”

The elevator doors closed and Dryce was out of sight.

“Think about it. If Yally did everything she’d done in the last forty-eight hours only for money, can you imagine what she’s going to do for him out of love?” Austin said pulling Erik back into the suite and closing the door. “Let’s have a drink. For the first time in twenty-three years I have absolutely nothing to worry about. Let’s relax tonight.”

“But… don’t you think I should at least follow them? Just to be sure?” Erik glanced back at the door, wishing he had xray vision. Part of him was almost wishing that the doors would open and they would both come back.

“Something tells me I don’t think that’s necessary… Tank,” Austin said, pouring two glasses of scotch. “Here. Let’s do… what do the kids call it? Chill?”