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“Your presidential room is ready for you. It’s located on the 8thfloor and offers oceanic views all around. Your personal butler will see to all your food needs, and your personal concierge will be happy to assist you with any activity or dining reservations you might need during your stay.”
“Holly. Holly Weaver.”
Holly was immediately distracted when she heard her name being called. She turned around, and her gaze collided with that of a tall, lanky man with sandy hair and pale blue eyes and dressed in a tuxedo.
“Oh my gosh. Greg? Is that you?”
Holly couldn’t believe her eyes. But then again, it wasn’t so far-fetched that she would be staring into the face of Greg Rice. They had all gone to school together. She, Caroline, Robbie, and Greg. Greg and Robbie were two years older than her and Caroline.
In fact, it had been because of Greg, that Holly’s mother got introduced to Mickie, the man she ended up marrying because Mickie was Greg’s uncle. Which also meant he was Kingston’s, Nolan’s, and Fletcher’s cousin, although they were older and never went to the same schools anyway. Such a small freaking world.
“You look as beautiful as you always did.”
“Oh, no,” Holly said, feeling entirely ridiculous in her short bodycon dress and hooker heels. She was completely aware of Greg surreptitiously glancing at her body when he thought she wasn’t looking.
“How have you been? It’s been a while.”
“Five years, actually, since I last saw you. I’ve been good. And you? What are you doing right now?”
“Financial planner. And you?”
“Oh, I work for my uncle. Uncle Walt?”
“Oh?” She remembered his Uncle Walt very clearly, and she liked the man on sight.
“Yeah. Hopefully, I’ll be taking over the company soon.”
“Nice. Oh, I’m sorry. Thank you, Patricia,” she said as she took her key card from the receptionist.
“Can I escort you to the masquerade ball?” Greg asked.
The masquerade ball. That explained why Greg was wearing a tuxedo. She had been so in awe of the hotel andfinding herselfthatshe had forgotten she was pressed for time to get ready for Caroline and Robbie’s masquerade ball. She had to give them points for originality.
Instead of having a bachelor and bachelorette party separately, Caroline and Robbie decided to combine their last-time single parties into what the invitation called aSexy Spectacle.
Holly had timed her flight so she could have a little time to get ready, but because her flight was delayed, she was now pressed for time. She only had half an hour to get ready.
“Shoot. I have to hurry.”
“Come on then. I’ll walk you to your room.”
They took the elevator up to the 8thfloor, and all the while, Holly kept stealing glances at him. He was still good-looking in a comforting way. She enjoyed his company. He was likable. And polite. He didn’t make her want to go and get herself cleansed of impure thoughts. He was smart. He had a job. He was—
“You’re on the 8thfloor?”
“Hmm… yes. 8thfloor. The presidential suite. Caroline and Robbie must have spent a fortune on the rooms for their guests. Where are you?”
The gold doors of the elevator parted, and they stepped out. Holly got her bearings wrong and had to backtrack in the right direction.
“I’m… I’m on the—”
She used her key card and opened the door, and they both stood looking into what was a mini-mansion decorated with the height of exorbitant luxury.
Oh my god.
Was she sharing this suite with someone?
She nearly jumped out of her skin when a pristinely dressed man approached her and introduced himself as her concierge.
