This morning though, I find myself skimming and rushing through everything so I can hurry back to the hotel—back to Jade. This woman has wormed her way under my skin and, surprisingly, I’m not worried about it in the slightest. I actually welcome it. I want to continue seeing her. I want to see where this leads. There’s something special about her, and I’d be a damn fool to let her go. Excitement flows through me when the driver stops outside the hotel and I have an unfamiliar bounce in my step as I head into the lobby. The woman behind the front desk gives me a flirtatious smile as I pass. She’s pretty, but has nothing on my Jade. ‘Mr Weston,’ she calls out as I pass, heading to the lifts. I turn. She better not hand me her number. Coming around from behind the desk, she says, ‘I forgot, I have a note for you. Miss Davis left it at reception for you earlier.’ ‘Thank you,’ I say, taking the envelope from her. I smile when I see ‘Brock’ neatly written on the front.
