About this book
A young blonde woman greeted me as I pushed through the glass doors of the entry. My sight drank her curves as she walked around the edge of the front desk. She was medium height, with blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail that danced across her shoulder as she walked towards me. She wore a form-fitting blue dress that hugged her hips and thighs, coming halfway to her knees. Her breasts swelled and spilled out slightly from the low-cut neckline. Her lips curled into a sultry smile as her right hand reached out toward me.
"Mr. Baker, I'm Kirsten. Let’s get you checked in. I saw that you already signed the Terms of Use. Did you want to rail me against the front desk?”
