A Single Room for Two
My head’s still throbbing as a ceaseless reminder of last night. Why do I seem to forget, every time, that drinking heavily the night before work is a bad idea? I’m stood here, behind the reception desk of the Aregarna Hotel, in this horrendously tight, although wonderfully sexy — which is why I bought it of course –, figure-hugging red pencil skirt and jacket, all smiles to the faceless guests that amble by in their shorts and gaudy short-sleeved shirts. My pristine blonde hair is partially...