"Hello," Alex said with a small, knowing smile, as if he could read every filthy thought crossing her mind.
Lydia's cheeks flushed instantly. She quickly composed herself, forcing her professional mask back into place. 'Don't overreact. Don't stare. If you act desperate, you'll be thrown out immediately.'
She straightened her posture, tilting her head slightly in a submissive yet elegant manner.
"Good evening, sir," she greeted smoothly, her voice warm and respectful despite the flutter in her chest. "Your room service has arrived. May I bring it in and set everything up for you?"
Inside her head, a calculated voice took over:
'Stay calm. Act submissive. Observe them carefully first—their dynamic, what he likes, how she behaves. Then mold yourself into exactly what he wants. Only then will he have no choice but to notice you.'
She kept her expression perfectly polite while her mind raced with possibilities.
