Chapter 11 Room 712 (2)

I stood in front of room 712, my heart pounding so loud I swore the whole seventh floor could hear it. The hallway was dead quiet, just the hum of the ice machine down the corridor, but inside me? A fucking storm. I’d ditched my receptionist blazer back at the desk, hiked my uniform skirt up my thighs till it barely covered my ass—short enough to make Lucy proud. My blouse was unbuttoned at the top, three buttons popped open, my cleavage spilling out, framed by the white fabric. I ran a hand through my dark waves, fluffed them up, and took a deep breath. This was it. My shot at Kieran Voss. I pressed the doorbell, a soft ding echoing, and waited, shifting in my heels. The door swung open, and there he was—Kieran, in a white tank top and blue shorts, his dark hair messy like he’d just rolled out of bed. Fuck, he looked even hotter up close—those hazel eyes pinning me in place, his lips twitching into that killer smirk, the tank hugging his chest, showing off every cut of muscle. His shorts hung low, teasing a peek of his hipbones, and my thighs squeezed together just looking at him.