Lark entered her hotel room and paused at the view in front of her.
“Wow, what is all this?”
“Welcome to sexy time with Max. I’m your host, Max Villeneuve.” Max teased as he leaned against the headboard of her bed. He was wearing a pair of cotton pyjama bottoms, and one hand was folded casually behind his head and in the other he held his cell phone. He pushed a button on the phone and music started playing from a speaker somewhere in the room.
Lark looked around incredulously. “How?” The room was dimly lit with candles and more roses than an entire florist would have in stock. It smelled like a spa, and everything felt soft and romantic. “When did you do all this?”
“Truthfully?” he gave a smile as he patted the bed beside him for her to sit. “I called Peaches earlier and asked her to
