CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

ROXANNE

“Good morning Ma'am and this is your breakfast tray,” An handsome man said as he placed the tray on the bedside chest.

“Oh my days. Are you real?” I whisper as I reach out to touch his cheek.

“Um err yes ma'am,” he said as he stepped away from me, bewilderment evident on his face as he watched me.

Screw Ryker. Who knew he had gorgeous people up here and he had been hoarding them.

“You're beautiful, almost surreal,” I said to him and I could see him go pink in the nose.

Talk about them, the sorts of people you bite on their lips and...