Working the Hotel Front Desk, I Ran Into My Ex
Language: en
Four years after our breakup, my ex shows up at the hotel with a woman, and here I am, the unfortunate front desk receptionist stuck checking them in. The guy has these sharp, chiseled features, his dark eyes like black holes, staring with that unmistakably predatory look. His brows arch as he speaks, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "Got any protection in the room?" I hold a polite smile, keeping my tone smooth. "Apologies, sir, but we don't stock extra-small in this hotel." Content 1 Hidden behind the counter, I slip off my heels, feeling instant relief as my feet press down on the…