Room For One More

CHAPTER ONE : The Door That Shouldn't Open

"You're not room service. unless room service now comes in heels."

I froze. The low, chuckling voice was unmistakably male. My keycard had to have worked. I was sure of it.

"I—I think I'm in the wrong room," I stammered, my eyes wide as I took in the towel wrapped tightly around his waist.

“You think?” He arched a brow, stepping out of the steamy bathroom, droplets still clinging to his chest.

Heat crawled up my neck. “Sorry! They gave me this key at the desk—Room 408.”

He smirked, tossing a second towel over his shoulder. “Well, sweetheart, I’ve been in Room 408 all week.”

I went up to the door, pushing buttons to unlock it — nothing. A red light pulsed. I tried again. Nothing.

My heart dropped. "The lock's not working."

His grin vanished. He stepped forward, attempted it himself, and let out a low sigh. "Power glitch. The smart locks malfunction when the generator is activated. You might be stuck."

Stuck. With a half-naked stranger. In his room.

I backed up, trying to keep my distance. “I’ll call the front desk.”

“No signal. And the landline’s dead — lucky us.”

I sat at the edge of the sofa, hugging my handbag like a lifeline.

He watched me quietly, then walked to the mini fridge. “Wine?”

I shook my head, but he poured two glasses anyway.

“I’m Aiden,” he said, handing me one.

I took it, because refusing felt rude. “Elena.”

We toasted. I abstained.

He did.

Then sat beside me.

A little too close.

"Tell me, Elena. ever been trapped with temptation before?"

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