The door to our hotel room clicked shut behind me, and I leaned against it, struggling to catch my breath.
My pulse thundered in my ears as I tried to make sense of everything.
Adrian Santoro owns this hotel and he wants me to go to dinner with him.
The revelation was a dagger in my chest, twisting and sinking deeper with every thought.
"Maria?" Rosa's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
I looked up to see her sitting cross-legged on the bed, a glossy magazine spread open in her lap.
Her brows knit together in concern as she studied my face.
"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."
I pushed myself off the door, rubbing a hand over my face.
"You won't believe what just happened."
Rosa put the magazine aside, her full attention now on me.
"Try me."
I walked over and sat heavily on the edge of the bed.
"I ran into Adrian Santoro."
Rosa gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.
