The suite in Vegas was a different thing entirely from New York.
Bigger, louder in its design, the kind of room that wanted you to know it was a suite.
High ceilings, floor to ceiling windows with the Strip blazing below, and in the corner of the main room, separated by a low partition of frosted glass, a private hot tub sitting lit and steaming like it had been waiting all evening for someone to make a bad decision.
Guiying saw it the moment they walked in.
He stopped.
"No, don't think about it.." Liuxian said.
"I didn't say anything.." Guiying said.
"You were about to."
Guiying turned to him with the carefully composed expression of someone who was three whiskies deep and working very hard to appear otherwise. "The hot tub is already on," he said reasonably. "It would be a waste not to use it. That's just basic economics."
Liuxian looked at him.
