WEDNESDAY
Natalie had just walked in and sat down at her desk when her office phone began to ring. Glancing at the screen, it was a transfer from the concierge desk from room 5240.
Shit, she thought, her heart sinking in her chest at the sight of those little, digital numbers.
Was he calling to discuss last night? If so, wouldn’t he be reaching out on her cell phone?
On the other hand, perhaps he was respecting her professional boundaries by using her office line.
Steeling her resolve, she picked up the receiver with a deep breath.
“Good morning, Mr. Belvedere,” she said evenly. “How may I assist you?”
“Actually, it’s Delilah Du Pont,” came a sickeningly sweet voice on the other end.
Natalie’s heart squeezed inside her chest. Even though he had repeatedly told her there was not
