The Westin’s lobby, though less opulent than the Fairmont, still hummed with a quiet, expensive efficiency. Abbie kept her gaze fixed on the polished marble floor as Keith handled the check-in with ease. She was amazed by the sheer power he wielded; it was a miracle she even got a room, but with Keith, of course, everything happened instantly. A man of his stature always got what he wanted.
His voice was a low murmur with the concierge. She could feel the stares of the late-night staff, a familiar prickle of discomfort she usually ignored but felt acutely tonight, exposed and weary.
“Let’s go,” he said, gesturing toward the elevator. He slid a key card into her hand. "Fifth floor. Room 512." His fingers brushed hers, a fleeting contact that still sent a jolt up her arm.
She mumbled a th
