The meeting had gone better than I expected. Hours of presentations, polite smiles, and way too much coffee later, I was finally back at the hotel. My feet ached, my head buzzed, and all I could think about was peeling off my heels and sinking into bed.
But the moment I opened my hotel door, everything inside me froze.
Because right there—right on the bed—was a massive bouquet of red roses.
Not a small one. Not a cute little vase arrangement. No. This was huge. At least fifty of them, wrapped in elegant white paper, tied with a gold ribbon that shimmered under the room light. The scent hit me instantly—sweet, heavy, almost dizzying.
For a second, I just stood there, hand still on the door handle, heart racing.
“What the…?” I whispered.
The door clicked shut behind me as I stepped clo
