What the hell was my father doing in that room? How did he get a key in the first place? When Alex had rented the hotel, the administrative staff had informed us that as organizers, we would be the only ones in possession of a secondary master key to access to some places in the building.
What do we do now? I mouthed distraught at Alex with my eyes rounded in panic while I buttoned myself up quickly. Alex, on the other hand seemed fairly lucid, as he stared at me with insolent interest, a predatory gleam in his green eyes.
“Would it be so bad if he found us?” he whispered teasingly in my ears, and I shivered when his breath blew over my cheek, and he landed another tender kiss there. I was about to retort sassily when a noise stopped me.
“WHY THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING ME?” a grave voi
