Chapter 285
"Mr. Whitmore, this is the only available suite left for you."
Vivienne Chambers flashed a coquettish smile as she produced a keycard from her designer handbag. Her heavily-lashed eyes lingered on Harrison's chiseled profile before sliding the card across the counter toward him.
With a deliberate wink, she purred, "I'll be right next door if you'd like to... discuss business proposals more thoroughly."
Before Harrison could respond, she sauntered away, her hips swaying with each calculated step.
Harrison glanced at the keycard with distaste. Without hesitation, he tossed it into the nearest trash bin. His fingers were already dialing Evelyn's number when-
"Harrison!"
Evelyn came barreling down the hallway, her suitcase abandoned mid-stride as she launched herself into his arms. Her entire body trembled against his chest.
"There's a-a..." Her voice quivered uncontrollably.
Harrison took in her wide, frightened eyes and pale complexion - she looked like a startled fawn. An amused smirk tugged at his lips. "Looks like you'll be sharing my suite tonight."
Evelyn nodded so vigorously her ponytail bounced.
"Just a little mouse, sweetheart. Nothing to-"
"Little?" Evelyn squeaked, breaking away to gesture wildly. "That thing was the size of a small dog!"
Her indignant pout faded as she took in the luxurious surroundings of Harrison's suite. The stark contrast to her own accommodations made her want to weep.
"Harrison Whitmore, this is blatant favoritism!"
"Fine," he conceded with mock exasperation. "Take the master bedroom. I'll sleep on the sofa."
Evelyn nodded eagerly, practically skipping as she closed the bedroom door behind her. Harrison handed her plush slippers and wheeled her suitcase inside.
The moment Evelyn collapsed onto the king-sized bed, she melted into the Egyptian cotton sheets with a contented sigh. "This is heaven," she murmured, hugging a pillow to her chest.
After luxuriating for several minutes, she grabbed her silk pajamas and headed for the marble ensuite bathroom.
By the time she emerged, steam curling around her from the shower, exhaustion weighed heavily on her limbs. She yawned, towel-drying her hair as she entered the living area where Harrison still worked on his laptop.
He snapped it shut the moment he saw her. Taking in her drowsy expression, he rose and gently took the towel from her hands. "Lie down. I'll take care of this."
Evelyn obediently settled onto the sofa, her head naturally finding its place in his lap as if they'd done this a thousand times before. Harrison's fingers moved methodically through her damp locks with the hair dryer.
By the time her hair was fully dried, soft snores escaped Evelyn's slightly parted lips. Harrison carefully unplugged the dryer, setting it aside before gazing down at her peaceful expression.
He leaned down, brushing his lips against her forehead in a feather-light kiss. "Sweet dreams, Evie," he whispered.
Morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows when Evelyn finally stirred. She stretched luxuriously before padding to the window to admire the cityscape glittering below.
Harrison had already arranged breakfast on the terrace. Spotting her sleepy form, he guided her toward the bathroom. "Freshen up first, then we'll eat."
Evelyn blinked at her reflection, fragments of last night returning - the shower, Harrison drying her hair... But how had she ended up in that magnificent bed?