Chapter 7
Hannah sat on the bed with her laptop on her thighs.
There was a desk by the window, and she’d set up there initially, but she found she couldn’t concentrate with all those people walking by, even if they were on the sidewalk six storeys down. Every time she spotted a handsome man with dark hair, she wondered, ‘Could that be him? Did he come early? Has the agency fairy told him which room I’m in?’
She’d emailed the escort service as well as Nathaniel the very moment she’d set up her computer. That had been the arrangement: the magical escort elves booked the room, pre-paid under the name Mrs. Xavier—Mrs. X. She checked in and then emailed to confirm her arrival and suite number.
All very James Bond.
Check-in time was three. She’d arrived at three on the dot. At first,
