*Lexie’s POV*
As Noland ushers me into his luxurious hotel room, I can't help but gape at the opulence surrounding me. The room is more like an upscale apartment than a temporary living space. Floor-to-ceiling windows provide a breathtaking view of the city skyline, while plush furniture and expensive artwork create a sense of elegance that seems to border on decadence.
"Make yourself comfortable," Noland says gently, sensing my awe. His deep blue eyes seem to hold secrets that both intrigue and scare me.
"Thank you," I manage to stammer out, still feeling out of my element in this lavish setting. My gaze falls upon a grand piano nestled in one corner of the room, its ivory keys gleaming beneath the soft glow of a chandelier.