In Bed with My Hot Brother-In-Law
We rose to the fourth floor.
Shane led me down the silent, carpeted hallway until we stopped in front of a door.
Room 406. I frowned, I remembered him saying 404.
"Why this room? I thought you said they were next door?" I whispered as he swiped a keycard.
Shane didn't answer. He locked the door behind us and grabbed a small, black remote off the nightstand.
With a single press, a massive section of the wall, which had looked like a standard wall, slowly turned into a large, dark-tinted sheet of glass.