From White Lies:

He eased the car into a slot near the entrance, got out and walked with Clare to the lobby.

The same night clerk was on duty. He looked up from his magazine and gave Jake the same knowing smirk he had given him the night before. Jake contemplated the pleasant prospect of ripping the guy's throat open with his bare teeth.

"I'm going to see the lady to her room," he said instead.

Civilization at work. What a concept. No blood, no mess, no fun.

"Sure. Whatever." The night clerk went back to his reading.

Jake took Clare's arm and escorted her up the stairs. Then he guided her down the dimly lit hall, irritated again, as he had been the night before, by the knowledge that he was going to have to leave her here in this place with its dingy carpet and badly painted walls.

Clare got her door open and stepped across the threshold, she turned to look at Jake.

"Good night," she said. "Dinner was terrific."

"Glad you enjoyed it," he said. He braced one hand on the doorjamb. "Now promise me you'll check out of this place tomorrow morning."

"I'll only be here tonight and tomorrow night," she said. "No point moving."

"You're stubborn, hardheaded, and you don't take good advice well," he said. "I like that in a woman."

She opened her mouth to respond.

"But there's such a thing as too much of a good thing," he added before she could say a word, "I want you to check out of here tomorrow."

She gave him a long, considering look. "I realize you're accustomed to giving orders but there's something you're forgetting here."

"What's that?"

"I don't work for you."

"Probably just as well," he said. "Because I've got a feeling that I would have to fire you."