Grace’s POV
“Gracie~,” Leo crooned, and I realized he was drunk—far more intoxicated than he had been at the restaurant.
“Mr. Manuel, you are drunk. I’m afraid, in your stupor, you’ve come to the wrong hotel. Give me a moment, and I shall call the front desk to take you back,” I said, in a clipped tone. Before I could close the door, he stopped it with his hand, and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
“But Grace, we haven’t had any fun,” he protested. “And I haven’t gotten to know you nearly well enough.”
“I’m afraid, sir, that it’s very late, and I have no intention of having any SORT of fun tonight, no thanks to you,” I hissed, seeming to surprise him, and I jerked the door, making him stumble back. “Now, I’m sure that since you found your way here, you can find your way out. Goo
