When they reached their floor Anne was still processing all the things Devon had said. She wasn't surprised, of course- having girls chase you all the time, because you're rich and famous probably did something to you, made you confident like nothing else. She was mad at two thongs- that he most likely spoke like that to absolutely everyone in a skirt and because the guy knew his way with words.
However, most of all she was trying really, really hard not to think of his big, muscled arms, this low, velvet voice and the way he put the kid to sleep. And her, but that was a big No in terms of things to think about. She opened the door to her room and saw it was huge; it more looked like a room in someone's guest house, rather than a hotel room. There was even a minie bar and a glass table w
