“This is lovely,” she said, taking the seat their host held for her. “Thank you.” “My pleasure, ma’am.” He turned to Liam. “Sir, shall I bring the wine you requested?” Liam smiled at him. “Yes, thank you, Robert.” The man seemed pleased Liam thought to address him by name, though he wore a gold name plate affixed to his black-and-white uniform. “Okay, tell me the real story. You said you were in the hospitality industry, but I’m getting the impression that you’re a pretty big player in that game.” Alisa had spent enough time in her father’s company to observe how people treated VIPs and Liam definitely commanded preferential treatment. He folded his arms over his broad chest and watched her carefully for a lingering moment before he said, “Okay, you got me. Last name’s Bryson.” “Bryson?” She let his announcement settle over her before she said, “You’re Liam Bryson. This is your hotel chain?” She rolled her eyes. “No wonder they treat you like royalty around here.”
