Page 30 of David's Proposal

It’s a standard greeting, I assume.

“Yes. I think so.”

I don’t think he’s even noticed me, but then he shifts his eyes to me, and I warm a little when he cocks an eyebrow at me, although he never lowers his gaze below my nose.

“It looks that way, doesn’t it?” I say.

His eyes almost dip.

He barely suppresses his impulse to take a better look at me. It would be unprofessional to check me out.

I’m pretty sure this isn’t even his job––to accompany me inside. There are doormen, a hostess, and other personnel that could guide me inside the hotel.

But he makes it his job.

He’s younger than me, which is hard to accomplish because I’m already too young for this place.

I’m in so much trouble.

I flash a smile, and he melts. I can see how his eyes glint with pleasure and become unfocused.

I may not wear a Halloween witch hat, but look at me.

Who knew I’d have such an effect on men?

Well, only one man.

This one.

Luckily, I’m not tripping as I walk into the elegant hallway, and he takes me to the front desk.

A woman takes us in, a smile clinging to her lips.

I think she likes him.

What’s not to like?

He’s easy on the eyes and sharp.

“How may I help you?” she asks, and I quickly look around, trying to orient myself.

This must be the place.

Blue Candlelight.

The Blue Suite.

The valet kind of lingers.

“I’m meeting someone in the Blue Suite,” I say with the confidence of a worldly woman.

If a smidgen of surprise has permeated that woman’s brain, it has surely gotten pushed back and perfectly camouflaged by her friendly yet emotionless expression.

I can’t see the same about the valet.

His stare catches the corner of my eye, and when I shift my gaze to him, he reads the bottom of my soul.

“Enjoy your evening,” he says as if he just discovered I’m a princess in disguise.

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