This place is my own personal hell, and I'd give almost anything to leave it. Well, except my trust and my pride; a girl's got to have standards. Being the hotel maid is a crap job, but I certainly see and hear things that I never would've if I'd worked elsewhere. Calum Hood's naked ass is one of those things-and I'm not sure that I dislike it. The only problem is, now he thinks he can save me. He wants to help me, to free me. And he tells me that he's falling for me. As much as I try to keep myself distant from him, I think I might be falling for him too.