Daxton
When it came to the hotel staff, I could never catch a break with them. I had a simple rule—if it can be handled, don’t bother me. But, that meant nothing to them as they would call me at the slightest inconvenience. Those who worked at the strip club didn’t stress me this way.
I was just glad that I had my phone turned off.
Riley dropped the half-eaten strawberry from her mouth, disposing of it in the trash the moment she saw me. “Daxton—” Her smile was bright.
The expression on my face remained the same as I moseyed over to her, shaking my head. “I thought the Doctor told you to avoid strawberries until your prescription is over?”
She tilted her head to the side, still grinning. “What strawberry?” She blinked.
My face was blank.
Riley gave up, raising both hands in de
