Eve did a double take and a mixture of rage, surprise and awe played across her face before she said: "You know that this is actually a breach of contract. And normally I'd say good night to you right now..."
She left that hanging for a moment, gave Flatline a contemptuous look and then took Krestov's outstretched hand to be helped from the car.
"You know, there is no reason to hide the fact that you are a troll and into human women. I don't discriminate - but I am allergic to bullshit. Don't do that again, no matter how handsome you are."
Flatline looked at the same time relieved and embarrassed and quickly entered the driver's seat to adjust it to his smaller proportions.
"So, what do you do for a living, Mr....?"
A few hours later and a few kilometers away, Zola had led Anna towards the elevators and they and the body guards drove to the 14th floor.
The room was a suite. Kynos stayed outside the door, while Ramirez went away into a adjacent room - probably to sleep.
Zola took Anna's coat and put it away together with his own.
The large room had all amenities to be expected from a high price luxus hotel. Even a genuine open fireplace with bearskin in front was there. As promised there waited also a small cart with a white table cloth, two glasses and a bottle of wine with an empty decanter.
Zola made a "tsk" noise: "Unbelievable, they didn't decant the wine." Carefully he opened the bottle and began to pour it in the crystal decanter, while he smelled the cork.
"Just another life lesson - no matter how good something is, it's never perfect."
When he was satisfied that the wine had breathed enough he filled the glasses and offered one to Anna. From the next room the monotone gurgling of the whirlpool could be heard. The bath had a breathtaking full front window across the Seattle skyline and was illuminated by the shine of dozens of candles.
"Cheers."
