SOLAYNE
He brought the mug to his lips, those ocean-blue eyes settling on mine in a way that felt almost like a taunt.
I swallowed and thank God my ability to speak returned. "Well, I'm here. Are you letting me in or not."
He took another slow sip. Let the silence stretch just long enough to make a point. Then his gaze traveled from my face down to my feet and back up again. "I'd love to say 'not', but I love to get paid when I offer a service."
He turned and walked back inside, leaving the door open behind him; the same wordless invitation as yesterday, extended with the same infuriating indifference.
His gate man was already there, helping me with my luggages.
He took me upstairs to what would be my room. It was enormous, easily three times the size of my bedroom at home, with hi
