CHAPTER 3

Winter Pov

“What? You fucked a random guy? Girl, I said, "Have fun." I didn't say have fun to that extent.” Janice exclaimed, and I rolled my eyes as I threw clothes into the washing machine.

“I really wanted to get Trey out of my head for once.”

“You know what? Hell yeah, you deserve it. Trey was a dickhead and you needed some dick.” We both giggled.

“So tell me,” She said while smiling widely. “Did you enjoy it?” She asked cheekily and laughed.

“Yes, oh my God. It was so fucking good. That was the first time I came during sex.”

“Ooohhh.” She said teasingly. “Our mystery man's dick is not so bad I guess.”

“Just that I can't really remember his face, you know me and my bad memory.” She rolled her eyes and left. I finished up everything and went to bed.

****

I pulled out records of our guests to see which people had to leave today. I work in one of the big hotels here in the United States, the MT Hotel. The telephone on my desk rang, and I picked it up. “Hello, this is the MT hotel. How can I help you?”

“Winter, it's Frank.”

“Yes, Frank?” “We're gonna be having an important guest tonight, and there is also going to be a party. You'll be in charge of the guest and make sure that the decorations are on point.”

“What? But I'm just the receptionist, why should I help with the decorations?”

“You women are good with that, I have to go bye.” The line went dead, and I rolled my eyes before putting the phone back. My phone rang, and I checked. It was the name of the client.

What kind of party are they going to have? I was cross-checking the details when I heard a familiar voice. “Excuse me, we want to check in, please.”

I glanced up, and my heart sank. “Winter? You work here?” Kayla, my sister, gasped. And beside her was Trey, my ex-husband.

I didn't know what to say. My palms grew sweaty, and I felt like I was about to pass out. So this is why he never tried to love me. He was too busy in my sister's panties to notice me. I snapped out of my trance immediately.

“Do you have a reservation?” I tried to sound as normal as I could.

“Yes, under Trey Saintclair.” I nodded and checked the records, and his name was indeed there. I handed them the keys. “Enjoy your stay,” I said as I went back to what I was doing.

They both walked away, and I'm so surprised I was able to hold myself back. ‘Calm down, Winter, he's no longer your husband. Forget about him.’ I tried to convince myself, even though seeing them hurt like hell. My vision was a bit hazy, and I drank some water to calm myself down.

I didn’t think anything of it until the doors opened.

“Well, well,” I heard a man's voice, low and sinfully smooth. “Fancy seeing you again…sweetheart.” My brows furrowed in confusion as I stared at him. Maybe he has seen me around before, so I just ignored him. I'm not in the mood to flirt with some random guy now.

“Good afternoon, sir. Welcome to MT Hotel. Do you have a reservation?”

He laughed, low and intimate. “Oh, we’ve already shared a reservation once, haven’t we?” His gaze dipped briefly to my lips, unapologetic. “Though I didn’t expect to find my mystery woman behind the front desk.”

Mystery woman. His mystery woman. Wait, oh my God. Is he? It can't be. My one night stand? How? Fuck, this is so embarrassing that I could feel my cheeks burn.

I straightened my name tag and typed into the computer, ignoring the fire crawling up my neck. “I'm sorry, sir. I don’t believe we’ve met.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, amused. “Cold. I like it.” He leaned forward, close enough that I caught the scent of something expensive “But I remember you,” his eyes went to my name tag. “Winter. Every inch.”

I nearly choked.

Still, I refused to flinch. “Let’s get you checked in,” I said, voice perfectly crisp. “What name is the reservation under?”

He leaned in with a devil’s grin. “Zayn Marcini.” Oh shit, he's the guest I'm supposed to handle personally. Great, just my luck. Thank you universe.

He saw the realization dawn in my eyes, and his grin only grew.

I swallowed hard, kept typing. “You’re in the penthouse suite. Top floor. Your personal concierge will be…” I looked him straight in the eye. “Me.”

Zayn chuckled. “Oh, fate has such a wicked sense of humour.”

I handed him the keycard, not letting my fingers brush his. “I’ll make sure your stay is comfortable and professional.”

He took the card, eyes never leaving mine. “Professional, huh?” He winked. Why is he making this so hard? And why is he so goddamn flirtatious?

But as he walked toward the elevator, turning just before the doors closed to shoot me one last, knowing look.

I had a sinking feeling that this night was going to be hell, the slow, seductive kind.