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cheaper, the air con is good and there are a few takeaway restaurants downstairs. I don’t care where I stay, honestly.”
Because everything was all booked out, I had to book the only room left at a two-star motel a block away from the hotel. At least I got something, and most importantly it’s on ground level.
    “Well, you must come use the pool and spa over here later alright?”
“Sure, of course. Anyway, I’m going to unpack and do some work. Let’s do dinner tonight, okay? If you want, you can meet me here. It’s just around the corner.”
“Yep, I know the address and room. I can just come and knock on the door, yeah?”
“You sure can. Okay, I’ll see you a bit later. Bye.”
    I lied. The air conditioning is sub-par and the place isn’t great. It’s...sufficient, and that is a generous description. From the paper thin single bed mattress, the mouldy carpet, and the lingering smell of curry and potatoes from the restaurant downstairs, I’m not living in the most comfortable conditions. The only good thing about it is the dirt cheap rates, and the fact that it’s a stone’s throw away from the Chao Phraya River. But I’m not here to live in luxury, I’m here to work.
    Reaching for my laptop bag, I take out everything and plug in the charger, keen to get started. I’m happy that I managed to get a lot done before I hopped on the plane, drafting two run sheets based on the information I was given. I’m meeting the clients at the church tomorrow to present it to them. Considering the fee they are paying us, this assignment is relatively simple. I’ve done more for much, much less, but Tristan is obviously hooked up with the right people and I’m not going to argue about it. I’m really looking forward to this.
    ♦
    “Great, I can’t wait to see you guys tomorrow!” I hang up the phone, and type quickly what Yvonne has said to me. She seems really lovely, a real bubbly girl who can’t wait to get married and I’m excited to meet her and Terry.
    Within the past two hours, I have confirmed everything with the florist, venue, and hotel. Since the family is hiring out the top floor of a five-star hotel, they have decided to do the reception there. I offered to coordinate with them as well, to ensure the bridal party arrive on time. Sitting at a tiny dining table next to the bed, I am barely comfortable in my tiny white shorts and striped top, in this air conditioning that can only be set something barely cooler than outside. I’ve finished my third bottled water and second chocolate ice cream bar, and I have to remind myself to get more from downstairs soon. The room smells faintly of lemon, but that’s the spritz that I have to spray every twenty minutes to mask the smell of curry.
    Suddenly a loud pounding at my door has me clutching at my chest, and I check the time wondering why Gabe would knock this loudly. 5pm. I told Gabe to meet me at 7pm. Why would he want to come over now? I stand up and stroll to the door, dismissing the fact that I’m bra free and that my top is pretty see-through. Meh, it’s just Gabe .
    “I thought you were coming—” I open the door and gasp quietly when I see who is on the other side.
    Tristan, standing at my door with his luggage and that drop dead gorgeous smile in tow. Brain meltdown.
    “What the hell are you doing here?” I should be asking myself that question instead. What the hell am I doing standing in front of him braless, my messy hair falling down past my shoulders, my mouth flooding moisture at the sight of him?
    What the hell is he doing looking damn sexy in just a black singlet and cargo shorts. Those arms, those shoulders…those lips…
    He smirks, noticing my suddenly distraction. “It’s nice to see you, too. Are you going to invite me in?”
    I think he’s going to regret that – this place is a dump. Opening the door wider, I raise my arm out and let him in. He drops his lone suitcase and duffle bag by the door and walks in,