Keagan’s P.O.V
I shouldered through the double doors into the pristine lobby, my eyes narrowing right down to the receptionist. Teeth grinding with ill-concealed rage, I stormed towards the steel desk and rammed my knuckles onto it.
The receptionist eyes snapped up and when she took me in, her nostrils flared in desire. She deftly adjusted her hair and popped a top button on her shirt before leaning across to grin. “Hello sir, how may I help you?”
Her cleavage threatened to spill from her tight-fitting top and yet it did nothing to stir my interest. The rage clouding my vision was like a red haze that consumed me inside out.
“Sylvia Reynolds.” I snarled, my lips curled in disgust. “What room does she stay here?”
Seeing I wasn’t reciprocating her obviously attempt at flirting, the rec
