Siena threw the sheet aside and walked to get a robe to cover herself properly. She then went to open the door and felt relieved to see a hotel staff member with a food trolley.
“Good morning, Mrs. Vitelli. Your breakfast,” the man said.
She nodded politely. “Good morning, and thank you. I’ll take it in myself.”
He handed her the trolley, then presented a packet. Siena frowned in confusion.
“Mr. Vitelli instructed that this dress be delivered to you,” he explained. Siena smiled at her husband’s thoughtfulness.
She took the bag and closed the door. Rolling the trolley near the sofa by the window, she uncovered all the dishes — and grinned. He had really paid attention to what she liked. Everything on the tray was her favorite.
She was starving; last night her sexy husband had drained
