The receptionist, in her bottle-green blazer and with a perfectly practiced smile, typed some information into the computer.
“Welcome to the Belmont Reforma, Mr. Briones. It’s a pleasure to have you with us tonight.”
Tomás barely glanced back at her. He was too busy enjoying Nadia’s surprised expression and thinking about what would happen later.
His wife, Jimena, believed he was in Monterrey, at a business conference. As always, he had sent her photos of “meeting rooms” that were actually restaurants.
After twelve years of marriage, Jimena trusted him blindly. That trust had made his double life far too easy.
“Your room is ready,” the receptionist continued, swiping his key card across the counter. “I just have to tell you something: tonight the new owner is personally greeting the guests. It’s her first week running the hotel, and she likes to make a point of welcoming them.”
