Jenna Roland was chatting with Stella Laurent in the lounge when Patrick Klein suddenly pushed the door open.

"Chloe, VIP Room 3 has guests. Go attend to them."

After Chloe Blanchet left, Stella turned to Jenna with curiosity.

"How does our club assign hostesses?"

Stella set down her water glass. "Normally it's by shift order. But if a guest requests someone specifically, that hostess goes directly."

Jenna nodded thoughtfully.

Thirty minutes later, Patrick hurried over again.

"Jenna, Room 888 requested you. Get over there now."

Jenna froze.

She'd only worked here two days. She could count her previous guests on one hand.

Who would ask for her specifically?

Adjusting her uniform, Jenna walked toward Room 888 with growing puzzlement.

She knocked three times before entering.

Her steps faltered when she saw the occupants.

Gavin Valentine and Ethan Roscente sat on the sofa.

They'd just been here two days ago. Why were they back?

Even more surprising—Gavin had specifically requested her.

"Miss Roland, we meet again." Gavin smiled in greeting.

Jenna gave a slight bow. "Mr. Valentine, Mr. Roscente, good evening."

Four unfamiliar men accompanied them this time—none present during their last visit.

Ethan remained silent as usual.

Gavin swirled his glass. "Any recommendations tonight?"

Jenna pressed her lips together. "We have two new arrivals. A Romanée-Conti at $26,000 per bottle, and Moët & Chandon at $5,300. The rest are the same as last time."

Gavin arched an eyebrow. "Twenty-six thousand? Don't tell me you stocked that just for us."

Jenna hesitated.

What did he mean by that?

Gavin waved a hand. "Just joking. We'll take the usual."

Jenna exhaled in relief.

For a moment she'd thought they'd actually order that astronomical wine.

"Of course. Please wait a moment."

She exited, gently closing the door behind her.

The moment she left, Gavin scooted closer to Ethan. "Quit pretending. If you wanted to drink, you could've just said so."

Ethan lit a cigarette, his tone flat. "Business meeting."

"With who?" Gavin took the proffered pack.

"You'll see."

Smoke curled around Ethan's sharp profile as he exhaled. Only then did Gavin realize this was genuinely a work engagement.

He'd assumed it was about Jenna.

The door opened again.

A sharply dressed man entered, his smile directed solely at Ethan. "Mr. Roscente, apologies for the wait."

Ethan gave a slight nod. "Mr. Deross. Have a seat."