My Finance's Brother's Forbidden Game
And if Stephanie didn’t want to cook, that was fine – she could always order room service and charge it to my account.
The bedroom was partially separated by a sliding wooden screen, decorated with exotic flowers. Inside, the bed was massive, the linens were crisp, and the pillows looked like they were made out of the fluffiest clouds in existence. At the foot of the bed, a cushioned foot bench held a pair of folded robes and slippers, both monogrammed with the hotel’s logo. There was an office chair and desk by the window overlooking the pool.
Stephanie tried not to act impressed but it was obvious that she was. Claire, on the other end, had no such reservation. She hopped down from Stephan