Judy’s POV
I stood shellshocked, staring at the woman in front of me. I glanced at the door number to make sure it was the right door. Maybe in my haste and while I was lost in thought, I accidentally knocked on the right door. But as I glanced at the number, my heart sank. It was Gavin’s room and there was a woman, dressed in nothing but a robe, opening the door.
She tugged her robe a bit more closed as she studied me, a small frown marring her lips when I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure what to say; my entire body felt hot and numb at the same time and my heart was cracking. She was gorgeous and tall like a supermodel, a dark contrast of difference between us, making me feel sick to my stomach.
“We didn’t order room service,” she soon said, breaking the silence that was practical
