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perfectly.
    “Yes, I did wonder about what you did here,” he lied. Truthfully, he was too busy daydreaming about kissing her to even think about her questions.
    “I wanted to know your information so I could give you the rates for the rooms. We keep all of our business clientele on a separate floor from the other patrons. It works better that way for everyone,” Rachelle told him. “We have fewer problems with our guests who stay here.”
    “No, Ms. Williams, I’m not here on business. I think a personal room would work better for me,” Cash answered.
    “Please, call me Rachelle.”
    “Rachelle.”
    Yeah, he loved how her name just seemed to slide off his tongue like hot, melted butter. He would say it every single chance he got while he was on vacation. In addition, he would make sure he got to spend some more time with her.
    “Wonderful,” she said, giving him another charming smile. “Let me go over the prices and then you can tell me what package interests you the most.”
    “Sounds good to me.” He moved closer to the desk.
    “A regular room costs $95.00 a night. Suite rates are $145.00 a night and then the deluxe package is $250.00 a night.”
    “What is included with the higher priced rooms?”
    “The suites are larger and have jetted tubs and balconies, better views. A deluxe package night includes laundry, transportation, and spa services and vouchers for alcoholic drinks.”
    “I don’t think you pointed out when I’ll be able to get meals around here,” he said. Sometimes he enjoyed eating earlier and other days he liked having a late dinner. It all depended on how his day had gone and what kind of mood he was in.
    “Sorry, I always forget to tell people that,” she apologized softly. “Usually, I send out brochures and everything is detailed in them. Luxury doesn’t get that many walk-in customers. I think you are only the third one since we opened. Let me go over them with you.
    “Breakfast starts at five o’clock in the morning and ends at eleven. Lunch begins at one o’clock and ends at three. Dinner is served at five o’clock and concludes at nine. Sometimes we keep the kitchen open a little later with the dinner service if the place is full because we know some people might be running late.
    “So, have I sold you on staying here? Would you like a room at Luxury …Mister…?”
    “Sorry, I forgot to tell you my name,” he apologized.
    He had gotten so caught up in staring at her, everything else had completely slipped his mind. Hell, with his job he was used to dealing with stunning women, yet there was something unique about Rachelle that genuinely captivated him.
    “My name is Cash Garon and yes, I believe I do want a room. Do you have any left for the deluxe package?”
    She gave him a small nod. “Yes, Mr. Garon, we do have one room left so there isn’t a problem.”
    “Cash,” he corrected.
    He didn’t want Rachelle calling him Mr. Garon. It sounded too cold and impersonal. He wasn’t interested in a detached or distant relationship with the striking woman in front of him. Despite sounding absolutely crazy in his head, he was already planning their first date.
    Why should he let moss grow under his feet?
    “Okay, Cash,” she said, pushing the sign-in book in his direction.
    Flipping it open, she handed him a pen and then pointed to an empty line inside the book. “Why don’t you sign right here while I get everything else taken care of for you?”
    Taking the pen from her hand, he felt a slight electric jolt when his fingers brushed over her softer ones. He held her big brown eyes with his, noticing her stunned expression as he flickered over Rachelle’s attractive face. Right then and there he knew she had felt the same amazing shock as him.
    Wonderful ….the tug he felt wasn’t one-sided.
    “Thank you,” he said, then quickly signed his name and gave the book back to her. “Oh, here’s your pen.” He held it out for her to take; however, when Rachelle