Page 5 of Room One Hundred and Eleven

Goosebumps dot my arms.

“We’ll take you home.” Fitch rests one hand on my upper arm and rubs. Gentleman he is, he offers me his suit jacket. “You’re too tired to drive. Riley can text you details once she reserves everything.”

“That’s perfect.” Riley loops her arms around Kane’s neck and waits for him to scoop her up.

She wraps her legs around his waist then waits for him to kiss the shit out of her. “I love that you take care of my friends.”

“What about me?” Gunner pouts as only a billionaire spoiled by the young soon-to-be wife he shares with his partners can manage. “It was my idea.”

“Poppy…” Fitch draws my attention to him. “Please, take the invite home. Give Gunner your official answer tomorrow nightafteryou’ve gone over the entire contract.”

“Sure, okay. I’ll read it.”

Except I didn’t. I had far too much homework to get around to it.

Fine, that’s a convenient excuse. I couldn’t risk something dissuading me because I’m not about to reject a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to unwind on three billionaires’ dime while still getting paid at my job and finally finding out what it’s like to have someone spoil me—in bed and out of it.

If that makes me impulsive, so be it.

CHAPTER 2

Poppy

It’s beautiful here.

Or I’m easily impressed. After growing up in Vegas, a city like Seattle seems so…genuine.

Striking without relying on gimmicks or too much flash.

Then again, everything seems special after a ride on my bosses’ private jet and the limo waiting on the tarmac to shuttle me to the Centennial, a forty-two-story building where Club Sin occupies the top six floors. I’m being put up for the weekend in a condo in the same building and have arrived a few hours beforemyassignmentstarts this evening to settle in.

My eyes are drawn to the Space Needle as the limo winds from the airport to downtown. It’s familiar yet different as I’m assuming Club Sin will be too.

Soon enough we’re pulling up to a steel and glass tower. The car has barely rolled to a stop when a valet opens my door and offers his hand to help me out. “Ma’am.”

In this summer dress that Riley and Melody picked out, he doesn’t mistake me for help the way most people do when I’m walking around in scrubs.

My uniform does have the benefit of making me feel invisible sometimes. Right now, it seems like everyone is looking at me. Hopefully, it’s not obvious that I don’t belong.

“Welcome.” He smiles as he rounds to the trunk and takes my brand-new suitcase full of brand-new stuff Riley and Melody loaded it up with from the driver. He lifts it as if it weighs nothing and stacks it on a luggage trolley. “Let me show you to the front desk, Ms. Daily. Then we’ll bring your bag right up to you.”

They know who I am?

Keep cool. This is fine.

It’s odd to let go of the fancy belongings I just got. Everything I have for the weekend. But I guess that’s how rich people do things. Without concern for stuff you can easily replace if it’s lost or stolen.

So I follow him through the huge gold revolving door and to the marble counter where several people are prepared to assist visitors however they can. It’s a far cry from searching high and low for a customer support phone number on a website without luck.

I’m never waited on like this.

I could get used to it. Best if I don’t, though.

The lobby is gorgeous. At least from what I glimpse in my peripheral vision. I refuse to gawk at the gilded mirrors, potted palms, and architectural details that include two curved ramps leading up to a sitting area removed from the street.

The doorman introduces me to a woman behind the counter by name. She types away, her manicured nails clicking on the keyboard, before retrieving a metal keycard from a drawer. No plastic disposables for this place.

Politely, I look away from one of the bellman’s young, hyper-fit assistants who seems to be struggling with the wheel of theluggage cart or maybe a bump in the burgundy rug beneath it as he tows it up to the main lobby level.

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