CHAPTER ELEVEN
Steel was checked in by a small woman in her late twenties. She had black hair and huge blue eyes. She wore a black skirt and a white blouse that barely held her oversized chest. The woman, or Irene as the name shield on her shirt stated, was charming and helpful.
‘Sorry, all the rooms are booked apart from the main suite,’ Irene informed Steel.
‘That’s fine,’ Steel assured her.
Irene filled out the booking on the computer and then looked for the key card. ‘You’re lucky; with this conference happening, all the rooms have just about gone.’ She smiled and passed the key card to Steel.
Steel thanked her and headed for the elevator, leaving Irene to lean on the counter and watch him walk away. Her eyes were captivated by what they saw, and her thoughts roamed elsewhere.
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