Month after month, she dealt with attractive men checking into Luxury, but Cash Garon’s handsomeness put all of them to shame. She noticed him as soon as he walked through the front door. An appearance of self-command surrounded the air around him. She tried to stay professional while informing him about Luxury. But, it was hard for her not to get lost in his striking gray eyes and the firm set of his jaw. Furthermore, she loved tall men and Cash stood over six feet with a beautifully proportioned body. He could make any woman stop what she was doing and take another look at him, especially with how his shoulders strained against the fabric of his shirt. Slowly, she dropped her eyes down to his hands. His long, strong fingers looked capable of handling. Rachelle couldn’t help but fantasize about how his fingertips would feel as the stroked over her skin. A lock of his thick black hair fell across his forehead, giving him a slightly unruffled appearance. She was highly tempted to reach out and brush it back with the tips of her fingers, but she fought down the temptation to touch a total stranger.
