Sydney
The door clicked shut behind Bryce as I stared at the phone. Sighing, I tapped Eric’s number, calling him. He answered on the first ring.
“Sydney, baby, I was starting to worry.” His voice was warm. I almost laughed at how easily he was able to get me to do his will, sounding like that in the past.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered, injecting just enough softness in my voice. “I was trying to get into my suite. How are you?”
“Better now that I’m hearing your voice.”
I rolled my eyes. Oh please.
He continued. “How was the trip? Is everything alright?”
“Everything’s fine. The suite is lovely. We’re heading to the welcome dinner soon.”
“We?” His voice sharpened.
“Yes, Eric.” I sighed in exasperation. “I’ll be going with Bryce.”
He was quiet for a bit too long. I counted the seconds
