Elena’s pov

The elevator climbed smooth and quiet to the top floor. My stomach flipped with every ding. Bag slung over my shoulder. Red lace hidden underneath my coat. My heart hammered wild.

The door to 2408 stood slightly open, just like he promised. I pushed inside.

Wow.

The suite was huge. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed the city sparkling below. A king bed dominated the room, sheets crisp white. Soft jazz played low from hidden speakers.

Ethan leaned against the window frame. Shirtless. Jeans hung low on his hips showing off his V-line. Muscles caught the golden light. His eyes locked on me instantly—dark, intense.

“Took you long enough,” he teased,...