Welcome to my hotel, baby girl…
Izzy couldn’t respond after hearing the deep, baritone voice of the man. Instead of answering, she remained silent, trying to avoid his lingering gaze.
“Cat got your tongue?”
He asked with a grin while slowly walking closer. Izzy unconsciously stepped back, feeling as though she were facing a long-time, dangerous adversary.
“Don’t make it obvious that you don’t want to see me…”
He said, almost pouting, accompanied by a slight frown, which made it impossible for Izzy not to smile faintly.
“I-I don’t mean it like that... I-I just didn’t expect to see you here…”
She lied.
Who exactly was she fooling? After all, from her house to the ride to the hotel, the thought of Seth Santiago—the man in front of her and her best friend’s uncle—was one and the same.
