She wore a wine-red silk robe in a crisscross style. As she moved lazily, the scenery across her chest was slightly revealed, incredibly tempting—no wonder she wanted to make it into the entertainment industry; she did have the potential.

A subtle change crossed Kent's face, but he hid it well; the change was momentary, fleeting. After casting a glance at Hayley, he turned around, taking my hand and carrying our luggage as we entered the room we had booked earlier.

I planned to ignore her, but she seemed to have no intention of letting us go. As soon as we entered the room, without being invited, she sat on our...