Fiona
“Do you need me to explain what that means?”
Glancing up from the pages April had given me, I saw Giselle leaning against the wall, studying me. I was in the hotel’s laundry room, which was always very isolated, and trying secretively to learn about all the kinks that this hotel catered to. It turned out there were quite a few.
You could watch. You could be watched. There were secret tunnels. There was one room that was used for scenes. Scenes! What did that even mean?
“No. I’m just trying to learn how to do my job better.” Hastily, I closed the notebook and shoved it into my bag. “Did you need something?”
“Justin confessed to my alpha what he’d done, and I thought you might want someone to talk to. His little prank turned into a pretty intense moment for you, didn’t it? Who was
