Chapter 1
Hannah

I have a big secret.

At college, I’m a popular girl. I have many friends and enjoy the number of guys who ask me for my number. My friends say I’m loyal. Guys call me pretty. My grades are good, and since I’m constantly smiling, my friends will never discover my secret.

But the truth?

I’m eighteen, dirt poor, and struggling.

I can only afford my living expenses because I’m working full-time while also attending college. I barely have enough time to study, but I’m somehow managing.

Sure, I might hit a wall from working my ass off as a housekeeper at a hotel at some point. But what is a girl to do?

I need money and hate to ask for help, so I put on a show in front of my friends. I pretend I’m fine and without problems so they won’t worry about me, but my life is anything but perfect.

My parents avoid me like the plague and are too busy with their careers to call or try to see me. They both work abroad, and I half-suspect they are avoiding each other since all my parents do when they see each other is yell at each other.

I have a suspicion they are about to fill in for a divorce. And their relationship has made me think love is nothing but an illusion. But who needs love anyway? Not me.

With tired eyes, I push my cart forward. I round a corner while looking down at the list of rooms I have to clean before my shift ends.

Most of the rooms are enormous, and it takes time to get them ready for a new guest, but there is only one room to clean on this floor.

The problem? It’s one of the most expensive rooms we have, and it will take me at least an hour to clean it.

I groan in frustration even before opening the door with my card key. The electric lock lights up green, and I enter the room backward, dragging my heavy cart after me.

I then turn around and immediately realize something is wrong. This room is supposed to be empty, but a tall naked man stands with his muscular, sinewy back turned against me. He has brown short hair, and impossibly broad shoulders.

And he is humming a Taylor Swift tune! I almost choke when he shakes his glorious thick ass to the song. I shouldn’t look, but it turns out I’m a bigger sinner than I thought!

I’m not staring; I’m gawking!

That rump is what wet dreams are made of!

This room shouldn’t have someone

paper, gasping, when I realize I’m supposed to be on the

voice hums, definitely the

in front of

chest at the marvelous sight before me, and I trip over my shoes, hitting my head against my cart. I swear I must look like a boxer knocked out of

in pain as one cleaning item after the other topples over my head, prompting laughter out of

worried, but there

then I fight like hell not to pay

how am I supposed to ignore

It’s huge!

And that six-pack?

Jesus Christ.

or something similar, and the guy smirks at me. My face burns, yet I

wraps a white towel around his tapered waist. He then walks over to me, offering me his hand with

react, I grab his hand and let him pull me back to my

seldom take a genuine interest in a man, but the one I find insanely attractive is the one I embarrass myself in

games with me, and while I

He is too gorgeous.

me guess, wrong

expense, but he collects the items which have fallen from my cart in silence. It’s

nervous? I never act like this! I have crushed plenty of hearts beneath my shoes, and here I am, acting strange because I’ve seen this

holds my dropped items for me to take. I

“T-thank you!”

quickly placing the items back into place. I then push my cart towards the door. I need to leave this room immediately before my stupid brain takes another trip of staring

the carpet. I ram into it with full force, but it doesn’t move. I try to tackle it again,

towering above me like

I’ve already caused this guy enough trouble as it is. First, I entered his room, then I saw him

mean,” I bite my lower lip.

water dripping from his body, and I

the wheels

“I doubt that is the

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