Sinclair's POV.
I arrive at the hotel at six, Camila steps out of the car beside me, dressed in a simple gown, like she isn't trying to impress anyone but still manages to shyest. Hair styled in one of those curls and holding a small bag I presume containing her clothes.
I have no idea what she did with that flower but I didn't see it on her desk after she had left. She probably threw them away, I don't blame her.
We walk to the reception, and the lobby is warm and quiet. I stop at the desk to collect the room cards.
The woman behind the counter types something in quickly after I give her my name.
"One executive suite for Mr. Montclair."
My eyes widen "There should be two rooms. I came with my assistant."
"Oh?" she glances up. "I'm sorry, sir, only one was booked. The rest of
