Nico
I head down to the main floor.
There are about a hundred reasons why I shouldn’t f**k around with the hot little art historian housekeeper, but none of them make it easy for me to walk out the door when she’s still in my suite.
I’m going to have to make sure I’m not there when she cleans. Hell, if I had any decency in me whatsoever, I’d call her boss and have her transferred back to the main floors right now. I wait a few moments to see if my moral compass takes over enough to follow through on that thought.
Sadly, it doesn’t.
Sondra, Sondra, Sondra. I’ll have to hope her good sense kicks in.
It’s funny; the only other time I had it so bad for a girl was when I was twelve and became obsessed with my brother’s girlfriend, Trinidad Winters. But that was just my pubescent l**t kick
