Sharra by Carly Keene

SHARRA:
A lot of people might hate their job, if it involved cleaning hotel rooms the way mine does. But I like it. I like making the Inn’s guest rooms clean and fresh and welcoming.
I could have sworn there wasn’t supposed to be anyone staying in Room 5. When I open the door to freshen up the room, I’m shocked to find a naked man in there, carelessly drying his hair with a towel.
A gorgeous naked man.
No, I have to be honest: a really sexy naked man.
I don’t know who’s more surprised, him or me.
Even though I shriek out an embarrassed apology with my hand over my eyes, I can’t unsee what I saw.
And I can’t look Mr. Gorgeous Potential Investor in the face, no matter how many times he tries to tell me there’s no harm done.

JOHN-LUKE:
I’m staying in the delightful Dogwood Inn while I investigate the possibilities of opening a distillery in this small, perfect town. I liked the first room they booked me into, except that it had feather pillows.
I’n unfortunately allergic to feathers.
So the sweet, dizzy night clerk moves me into the room next door, where the pillows are memory foam instead.
The next morning, I’m shocked to have housekeeping walk in on me right after my shower, while I’m standing bare to the air.
But maybe I’m not more shocked than the poor housekeeper. I think she might die of embarrassment.
And that would be a shame, because she’s lovely.
I want to get to know her better.
Can we get past our first glimpse of each other, and make a fresh start?