Briana Morris
Early in the evening, I leave my room and knock on Denner’s door, directly across from mine, until he comes to open it.
“What’s up?”
The man is shirtless, and as annoying as it is, I can’t deny that he’s a fine specimen of a man.
I let my eyes wander over his strong arms before meeting his gaze.
“Did you come here just to ogle me? Do you like what you see?”
“I came to let you know that the restaurant reservation is set for eight o’clock.” I extend the hand holding the folder. “Here is everything you need to know.”
The satisfaction of catching him off guard is delightful.
“You’re coming along with me.”
Of course, I know that, but I’m willing to provoke him a little.
“Why, does the great oil prince need me? Because today I was completely useless since you insisted on
