I'd gone back to the counter and after awkwardly explaining that I'd forgotten my room number, the woman had been kind enough to not only tell me my room, but instruct a concierge to show me to it. When I stood before the door, the boy with a full head of curls smiled down at me, showcasing a dimple on his cheek, then before turning to leave, he winked at me, leaving me staring at his tall, retreating figure. Why couldn't I be into gorgeous boys like that? I mean, I was: if Gerad Justin was any indication. But apparently fate knew better--or less--by shackling me with a brooding man I could barely stay a day without mentally cursing at. Sighing, I pushed open the door and was instantly met with a shirtless Vaughan. Well, goodbye sanity. Muscles bunching and flexing with strain, he stopped what he was doing when he spotted me. Straightening, he muttered, "Took you long enough." And just like that my earlier anger came rushing back
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