Style (Dressing A Billionaire Book 2): A Romantic Comedy - Plot & Excerpts
I’d been back at the hotel for a few hours, but I’d treated myself to a massage, manicure, and pedicure. Oh, and just in case I got lucky at something other than the slots or poker tables, I got a wax, and I’m not talking about my upper lip, though I did have that waxed, too. When I was finished, I had nothing left but a landing strip. I didn’t want to wake him up. But after the pampering, I couldn’t wait any longer. If I had the guts, I’d have stood outside his door in nothing but a tie, but that’s so cliché. He opened the door, still dressed as he’d been that morning. “Hey, I got a massage and stuff from the spa and put it on the room. Let me know what it comes to and I’ll pay you back.” I pushed by him and into the room. His room looked much like mine. Elegant and modern. The white carpet and walls the same, but different artwork. “You don’t have to repay me.
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