Chapter 10 Room 712 (1)

• I was slouched behind the reception desk, the lobby’s soft jazz humming through the speakers, my fingers tapping on the counter to kill the boredom. It was a slow Thursday night at the hotel—marble floors gleaming, fake plants staring at me, the usual. My uniform skirt hugged my hips, the white blouse a little tight across my chest, but I didn’t care. No one hot ever checked in at this hour. Until he walked in.
• The glass doors slid open, and my whole body shivered like someone cranked the AC to arctic. Kieran Voss—the Kieran Voss—strode toward me, all six feet of pure sex in a black leather jacket and jeans that clung to his thighs like they were painted on. My celebrity crush, the guy I’d fantasized about through every movie, every late-night scroll on my phone, was right here. His jaw was sharp enough to cut glass, his hazel eyes glinting under the chandelier light, and that messy dark hair begged for my fingers to run through it. Fuck, he was handsome—taller than I’d imagined, with a smirk that hit me straight between the legs.
• “Evening,” he said, voice low and rough, leaning one elbow on the counter. My hands fumbled the pen I’d been twirling, and it clattered loud enough to make me wince. “Uh, hi—welcome,” I stammered, heat crawling up my neck. “Checking in?”