Dragging my bag behind me toward the reception desk, I’m stunned by how many people are here wearing nametags, stating they are here for the dental convention. Dillon mentioned that this weekend was one of the largest gatherings of dentists in the United States, but sheesh! This is crazy. Finally making it to the front of the line, I smile at the cutie behind the desk and slide my sunglasses into my hair.

“How can I help you, gorgeous?” he asks once I’m close. I set my purse on the counter and pull out my ID, handing it over to him.

“Hi, I have a reservation.” I yawn, covering my mouth while I listen to the sound of slot machines going off in the distance. I love the slots, or penny slots, to be exact, since I’m too chicken to play the real slots.


“I’m sorry,” He slides my ID back towards me. “There’s not a reservation under your name. Are you sure you’re staying with us?”

“I’m positive. It may be under my boss’s name, Dillon Keck. He made the reservations,” I say, and he starts to type again then smiles.

“Got it. I see here that Mr. Keck has already checked in and requested we give you your own key to the suite upon arrival.”

“Uh, what?” I frown, feeling something close to panic fill my stomach. “Are you saying he’s staying in that room, too?”

“Yes, it’s a suite with two king beds and a view of the strip.”


“I don’t care about the view or how many beds are in the room, it’s one room.” I panic, leaning half over the counter, trying to see his computer screen. “Please tell me you have another room?”

“I’m sorry, but we’re completely booked. This is one of our busiest weekends of the year.”

“Of course it is.” I shake my head. “Can you recommend another hotel?” I plea.

He shakes his head no. “Sorry, I doubt there will be any openings most people book this weekend a year in advance.”

“Of course, a year in advance that makes complete sense.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, totally okay.” I squeeze my eyes closed then drop my head to the top of the counter. “It’s not a big deal. I can share a room with him, we’re both adults, adults share rooms, it will be like a sleep over.” I whisper, balling my hands into fists.

“Um, so do you want me to get you your key?”

Opening my eyes I lift my head and, blurt. “I don’t like him.”

“Um.” He looks at me like I’m crazy and I may be.


“And I’m definitely not attracted to him.” I keep on and his face softens.

“Call down and check. Sometimes we have people call off their reservations last minute,” he holds out the small envelope with the room key tucked inside. “You never know, something might open up.”

“Sure, I’ll call,” I agree, wondering what the hell I did to deserve this kind of karma.

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