EIGHT
Each of the three women’s hotel rooms contained gifts, food, champagne, jewelry. Her friends lapped it up. For her, it was too much. Over the top. Odd.
Since a certain argument in an LA hotel suite, she hadn’t been this close to his world without being a part of it.
Did they get special treatment because she used to f**k the guy who owned the building? If so, the lavish gifts were tawdry. If not, then she was just any other person staying in his hotel. Did she want to be different? Given that their intimacy had been a secret, it wasn’t like Zairn could request exclusive extras without raising suspicion. The idea of Ballard sneaking around to leave diamonds on behalf of his boss was outright hilarious. Too much to process, her exhausted mind needed a break.
Skipping the city tour
