Chet Christopher couldn’t leave this office without the penthouse. Heck, he’d sleep here if he had to. He just couldn’t survive one more night in his car, parked at a rest stop or behind a building where no one would bother him until morning.
He’d spent a couple of nights at the KOA, which was nice, because at least he had access to a bathroom and a shower in the morning.
Desperation built inside him, each second Olympia Heartwood stood there with that lasered look in her eyes.
“I apologize for the comment about the check-in process,” he said, though it could definitely use some fine-tuning.
She’d never let him stay here if he told her that he had a degree in hospitality management and had managed a huge hotel chain for twelve years. No, that knowledge would go to the grave with him—wh
