Lydia returned to the Presidential Suite with a flutter of excitement in her chest and a small service cart in front of her.
On it were a few neatly folded clothes, few extra towels, a bottle of chilled sparkling water, and some miscellaneous amenities she had thoughtfully gathered... just in case they needed anything later.
The moment she stepped inside the suite, she froze.
From the direction of the dining area came unmistakable, wet, rhythmic sounds.
"Gluck… gluck… gluck…" followed by a wet cough and a deep, throaty moan.
Lydia's heart slammed against her ribs. She immediately understood exactly what was happening.
Her first instinct was to turn around and leave. It was never a good idea to disturb guests during such an intimate moment. But then she remembered, Alex had specifically told her to come back with the information. That meant he didn't mind.
In fact, he might have wanted her to see this.
Taking a steadying breath, she pushed the cart forward.
