Scarlett's heart pounded as she stepped into the elevator after her shift at the DD luxury hotel in Savannah. She battled with bated breath, unaware of the beads of sweat on her forehead.
The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the hallways bathed in soft golden light from the wall sconces.
Room 704 loomed in her mind, a place she both dreaded and craved.
At twenty five, with her petite frame and fiery red hair tied back in a neat ponytail, she felt the skimpiness of her uniform skirt brushing against her thighs. Underneath, the red lace panties clung to her skin, a secret choice that made her cheeks flush everytime she thought of Damian Dustin. She was just the housekeeper, but Damian Dustin, her boss, saw more than that. He always did. As the elevator doors closed, she pressed
