ITALY, ROME
HOTEL
2:35 p.m.
"Here are your room keys."
The hostess has a gorgeous Italian accent. She hands the keys to Alexander, who takes them with one of those smirks that makes every woman melt. She blushes and bats her lashes, leaning forward to reveal the plum-colored bra beneath her blouse.
On the plane, I slept. On the way to the hotel, Alexander and I didn’t exchange a word. He was too busy taking calls from his associates to even look at me.
A tall, slender woman with striking blue eyes and blonde hair welcomed us in front of the hotel where we’ll be staying.
How can I even describe the look on her face when she met my "husband’s" gaze?
Since then, she’s been shadowing us everywhere. I know in luxury hotels, staff are trained to stay close to clients, but I can’t stand t
