Chapter 7

"Now why is a girl as lovely as you are crying?" a deep male voice said. Rosalie hiccupped in surprise and quickly wiped her face, trying to locate the speaker. He was standing in the doorway in a white tee and jeans. A black leather jacket adorned his broad frame. He was tall and incredibly masculine, well-built, and powerful looking. He had thick black hair. Dark, expressive eyebrows sat atop deep-set, steel-grey eyes. His jaw and chin were broad and hard. To Rosalie, he looked dangerously handsome and familiar. Chris was handsome like a pretty boy, but this man was all hard muscles and he oozed power. "I'm so sorry sir, I was just...preparing the rooms for the guests. I did not know you would be here so early," she stammered. He slowly stepped closer to her, and Rosalie began feeling incredibly tiny in comparison to him. "It's no problem, Rosalie," he said. His steely eyes seemed to see right through her, and she looked at him in surprise. "How....how do you know my name?" she