That’s what she was doing. Making hotel beds. Normally it was something Adele was supposed to do but the lady in question had gone home in a snit. After meeting Adele, Cass found it hard to believe she would do any manual labor at all. She didn’t look the type who would be domestic in any way, shape or form. Due to Adele’s sudden imposition, they were down one staff member. It was an interesting start to her first day. Regardless, Cass wasn’t about to let her employers down. What was making a half a dozen beds in the scheme of thing? While she rarely made her own bed, Cass had worked in hotels before. She knew the drill. One lot of guests out, another in. Make it look seamless. They had twenty rooms. Twenty beds. Easy. Her thoughts strayed to Evan, which she’d told herself, she wasn’t going to do. But she did. That kiss was still on her mind. “Damn man,” she muttered as she bent to tuck in the corners. “Who?” “Fuck.” It was the damn man in question. There were two options.
