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ybe, I had my fiance to thank for his connections. And I've worked here for two years now with no issues but then one day, my Director had told us we had a special guest. We did
andard, every surface gleamed, and not a single door handle had a smudg
n the royal suite.The royal suite was almost never occupied. The entire floor belonged to the suite, and it was
vice, but I wasn't about to tell my director no and risk
he hallway was unnervingly silent, lined with men in black suits, their gazes sharp and assessing. Tens
d one of the men. "I'm here for suite
me before giving a
nce even more oppressive. When we reached the door, he swwood, leather, and the faint scent of sandalwood. It was the definition of luxury, but my attention snapped to the sound o
st. His dark hair was damp, pushed back, revealing sharp cheekbones and piercing green eyes. H
ed to me, unreadable.
es flexing beneath his skin. "Receptionist. But yes, I'm
's not appropriate to share personal det
t I want?" His Italian accent wrapped around the words, slow a
h... please don't call me
e flicked over me, assessing, lingering. He moved with the kind of effortle
al, even as my pulse pounded. "Is th
s firm, leaving no room for argument. Food arrangement could
ot really how kitchens work
e faith in your resourcefu
aid it made
He was pu
eady knew I was in
ng assembled on a gold tray. Ten minutes-that's how long it took to prepare his extravagant request: Lob
his one dish."Do you think this is necessary?" I asked Ja
me a glance. "W
olden
ver the dish and added a delicate leaf for flair. He stepped back,
u serious? Important, ric
ead, elegant garnishes. Then, he finished it off with
ames said, rolling out a trolley and settin
ared much-my father owned a vineyard and a mansi
sses too. No idea what. I don't even know his last
ame?" I asked, curiosity
didn't say. Now, take this
this? I'm not an attendant and you
. "Because he specif
t? I don't ev
u at reception an
why
ow did he see me at the reception desk when he was crowded by all those men