Page 8 of The Alpha King's Curse: Part One

His words penetrated her lust-addled brain like a bucket of ice-cold water thrown on her.

She looked down at her chest, remembering she had unbuttoned it to cool down. Everything was on display! She was bursting out of her old, lacy bra in front of strangers!

Gasping, she clutched the shirt together and turned around. Her face heated, and she knew the colour would match her hair.

“I was looking for you, Layla. Judging by this warm welcome, I take it you’ve changed your mind?”

Chapter 4

Changed her mind? She would never be able to look him in the eyes again, much less carry his child.

“No. I’m sorry, I'm almost finished here,” she said as she threw the used towels into the laundry bag and grabbed fresh ones without turning back to them.

What the hell was she thinking? If they told Andrea about this, she would fire her before they even finished talking. She’d be stuck looking for another dead-end job to pay the mounting bills and her father’s debt.

Her fingers shook as she buttoned her shirt and tucked it in. She was sweaty again, so she’d cooled herself down for nothing. Embarrassed herself for nothing. She redid her hair and took a calming breath before leaving the bathroom.

The men were still standing near the door and still looking pissed off. She couldn’t meet their eyes, instead looking down at her well-worn work shoes.

“I’m sorry,” she started. “The heat is too much today. I was just trying to—”

“Just keep your clothes on. No one else needs to see that.”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry,” she repeated.

The sexy man walked past her, and she caught a whiff of his amazing cologne. She’d been right to assume it had been his scent that had driven her crazy when she’d walked into the room. He headed for the drinks cabinet, and she watched him throw a shot of something down his throat from the corner of her eye.

Even the way he drank was sexy.

“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to do the job you’re paid to do?” the man standing near the door asked.

She looked up at him and almost glared.

How did she go from mortification to lust to anger so quickly? She would never see these men again after they checked out, and even if she did, none of the things that had happened a million times already in her head would ever happen in real life.

“I’ve finished,” she lied.

“Really? It doesn’t look or smell like you’ve done anything in here except make our bathroom dirty with your...”

The man’s voice trailed off, and his gaze went to his boyfriend, who looked intently at his drink as if lost in his thoughts.

“Just do your job,” the man at the door grumbled before walking past her and heading to one of the bedrooms.

She expected the blue-eyed man to talk to her, to try to convince her to be his surrogate again, but he put his drink down and followed.

They were in the bedroom alone.

Just two people in a relationship, spending some quality time together.

And she wanted to hurt the man who’d walked in first.

She didn’t realise she’d crossed the distance to the bedroom door until she saw her hand about to turn the handle. She gasped and pulled it back, clutching it against her chest to stop herself.

What the hell was she thinking?

She crossed to her cart and grabbed the handle to push it out of the room. There was no way she was going to stay there. There was no way she would clean while they did whatever the hell they were doing in that room. She was acting ridiculous. It would be for the best if she removed herself from the situation, even if they reported her. It was the hotel policy not to clean while the guests were still in their rooms, anyway.

She was almost at the door when that deep voice stopped her.

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