Chapter 31

That night, Charisse sat alone in the duty room, her thoughts a tangled mess. She kept telling herself not to imagine what might be going on in the presidential suite, but her mind just wouldn't stop. It was like she'd been cursed. Was tonight like the first time she'd gone up there? Were they on the couch? Was Elliot kissing her the same way? Did he give her a check too? No way. That girl was his type. The kind he actually liked—not someone just doing it for the money. Charisse tried to push the thoughts away, over and over, but the images kept popping up, getting more intense and hard to ignore. Her head hurt, her stomach ached too—like something inside her was being torn apart. She clutched her belly and bent over just as the intercom on the desk crackled to life, making her jump. "Charisse, presidential suite's calling." She hurried upstairs. The young woman was already dressed and ready to leave—outfit changed from earlier. And Elliot? Charisse glanced around and saw him by the fl