2nd detective’s pov
“I’m here to see Mrs Valentino.” I said once I reached the reception front desk of Aniston hotel.
“Mrs Valentino?” The attendant questioned, checking me out as she eyed me from head to toe.
“Yes.” I said confidently, flashing a smile. I knew I looked good, but nothing seemed to prepare me for how much women blushed under my stare.
“Alright then,” she said, “let me check her list of appointments.” Red cheeked as she went through her computer.
“Okay, from what I see, you do have an appointment with her. It’s Vip suite on the 4th floor. I hope you have a nice time.” She said, smiling as she ticked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“Thank you.” I said and walked towards the golden plated elevator opposite the reception.
As I strolled, my eyes couldn’t help but
