Sounds sexy

That night, Allison couldn’t sleep. Tossing from one end of her bed to the other, she couldn’t believe the stars had granted her wish of seeing Mr. Gorgeous again—and so soon at that.

The next morning, she woke up brighter than the morning sun.

“Alli, has something happened?” her mother, Rachael, asked.

“Mama, what do you mean?”

“You look so delighted this morning. I couldn’t help but wonder if something happened.”

“Mama, you’ve always taught us to create our own joy and happiness without waiting for someone else to do it for us, and that’s what I’m doing,” Allison explained as they worked together in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

Rachael smiled warmly at her daughter. “How did you grow up so fast?” she asked, making Allison giggle.

Allison had the night shift at the hotel that day, so by 5 p.m., she left for work. A part of her felt sad for not hearing from Mr. Gorgeous all day.

He had promised to call, but until now, nothing. Then again, how would he have her number? she wondered.

Arriving at work, she headed straight to the staff quarters, where she shared a room with her best friend, Clara.

After changing into her uniform, Allison got to work, determined to finish her tasks on time.

“Hey, baby!” a voice called out as she pushed her cleaning cart to the next room.

“Where have you been?” she asked.

“Zach sent me on an errand outside of work,” Clara explained.

“Typical Zach.”

“Yeah. Wait—what’s wrong with your face? You look pale. Did something happen?”

“I’m fine, Clara. It’s nothing to worry about,” Allison said, trying to brush it off.

“But I am worried. Tell me,” Clara demanded, her persistence causing Allison to sigh.

“It’s nothing, I promise.”

Clara nodded reluctantly but wore an unsatisfied look. She knew something was off with Allison.

Later that evening, Allison still hadn’t heard from him. Worry started to creep in. She even sneaked a peek at the hotel’s checklist for the penthouse to see if he was still checked in.

Am I going crazy over a stranger who might have forgotten I exist? she wondered. Relax, Allison, she muttered to herself repeatedly.

Her shift finally ended, and she returned to her quarters. Since Clara had the night shift, Allison was alone in their room.

After a quick shower, she settled into bed with a book when her phone rang, pulling her from the story.

There was no caller ID, but deep down, she prayed it was him.

“Hello?” she answered, her heart racing.

“How was your day?” a voice spoke on the other end, sending shivers down her spine. That voice—she’d recognize it anywhere.

“Um… it was great. Is this Clyde?” she asked hesitantly.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, making her tremble.

“You recognize my voice? Or should I take it you’ve been expecting my call?”

“Maybe both,” she admitted.

“That sounds sexy. Well, it’s my bad for not calling sooner. I’ve been caught up with work.”

“That’s alright. At least you called,” she said softly.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Nothing… just reading a book, that’s all.”

“Get dressed in five minutes. Someone will pick you up at the front gate.”

Allison’s heart leaped with excitement. She quickly got dressed, her face glowing with delight. Moments later, she received a text: A black SUV will be waiting.

Scanning the parking lot, she spotted the vehicle. A tall man, casually dressed with a broad smile, stood beside it.

“You must be Allison,” he said. She nodded, and he immediately opened the car door for her.

“Thank you.”

Throughout the ride, Allison kept to herself, her eyes glued to the window.

“I’m Diego, by the way,” the man said, sensing her nervousness.

“I’m Allison. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she replied politely.

“He was right—you are a charmer. Pleased to meet you too,” Diego said with a chuckle.

After a short drive, the car stopped in front of a gigantic skyscraper. Allison stared in awe.

“This way, Allison. We shouldn’t keep him waiting,” Diego said, leading the way. She followed, her eyes darting around as they entered the building and stepped into an elevator.

“We’re here,” Diego announced as the doors opened.

Allison’s heart raced as she stepped onto the marble floor, her eyes taking in the breathtaking decor.

“Hi, Allison,” a familiar voice brought her back to reality.

She turned to see him leaning against a wall, dressed in casual homewear. He held a glass of whiskey in one hand, the other tucked into his joggers’ pocket. He looked effortlessly handsome.

“Clyde…” she breathed, her voice barely audible as she stared at him.

He strolled toward her, stopping just inches away. His warm breath brushed her skin as his fingers grazed her face, making her tremble.

“I’m glad you came,” he whispered, locking eyes with her.

Allison wanted to scream Of course! I wouldn’t miss this for anything! but no words came out. She simply nodded.

“You look beautiful as always,” he said, making her blush.

“Thank you.”

He took her hand and led her to the large dining table.

“Wine?”

“Yes, please.”

“Is this your house?” she asked, glancing around.

“Not exactly mine. A friend lent it to me while I’m in the city.”

“Well, it’s beautiful,” she said, accepting the glass of wine he handed her.

They talked for hours. Allison shared stories about her family and childhood, while Clyde mostly listened, revealing little about himself.

“Do you plan to leave the city soon?” she asked.

“Only when I’ve finished my business here.”

It was past midnight when Allison insisted she needed to return to the hotel. But Clyde refused.

“It’s late, and I won’t risk you going out.”

“So, what do you suggest? I can’t just sleep here.”

His brows furrowed, his dark eyes flashing with displeasure. She shivered under his intense gaze.

“You’re staying here, and that’s final,” he said firmly.

Realizing he had scared her, his expression softened.

“Allison, you’re always welcome to stay here whenever you’d like,” he said gently.

“Alright. I’m sorry if I upset you,” she said.

“It’s fine. Come on—I’ll show you to your room.”