The receptionist called Enjay’s suite and he came down to meet her. “Hey, babe.” Fresh from the shower, his white T-shirt clung to his super-toned abs and he smelled fantastic. Aware of the blonde receptionist’s discreet glances in his direction, he winked at Gigi but didn’t touch her. “What’s up?” In the safety of the hotel he didn’t need Maz or AJ to shadow him. Gigi said, “There’s something I wanted to see you about. Kind of in private.” She hesitated, because the receptionist might not be watching but she was certainly listening. “It’s a business proposition. Maybe we could go to your room.” Upstairs in the opulent cream and Wedgwood-blue suite, Enjay closed the door and said, “Let’s hear it then. Fire away.” “Right. Well, first of all, thanks for inviting us to the party last night. It was great. And you won over all the oldies, made them like you. I wasn’t sure you’d manage it.”
What do You think about A Walk In The Park (2012)?
