Ben stepped forward and said, “Of course. This way, Mr. Blakely.”

Tyrone hesitated for a moment before following Ben.

As Tyrone left, Blayze slyly winked at Sierra, who immediately grasped the signal and hastened to follow them.

Blayze's secretary strolled by Sierra, gracefully handing her a room card for Tyrone's room.

Upon Sierra's arrival at the elevator, she noticed that the left elevator was already ascending.

Without hesitation, she delicately pressed the button, causing the right elevator's doors to glide open smoothly.

As Sierra ascended to the thirty-second floor, she disembarked from the elevator. She then saw Ben waiting for the elevator there.

It seemed that Tyrone was already in the room.

Sierra effortlessly located her destination.

Upon seeing the closed door and imagining Tyrone waiting for her in bed, a mixture of anxiety and anticipation coursed through her.

Tyrone's physique was truly impressive. She couldn't help but contemplate his sexual prowess in bed.

Tyrone was a remarkable man and, even if it was merely a fleeting encounter, she was more than willing!

With a deep breath, she gracefully swiped the card and elegantly unlocked the door. Upon stepping inside, she swiftly secured the entrance.

The room was bathed in warm light.

Surveying her surroundings, Sierra's brows furrowed slightly.

The living room exuded an aura of orderliness, as if it had not been inhabited.

Turning her attention to the entrance of the suite, Sierra speculated that Tyrone was likely in the bedroom.

With utmost quietude, she approached the bedroom door, her delicate touch gently turning the doorknob.

The door creaked open ever so slightly.

Silently, Sierra peered into the room. The bedding was immaculate, untouched by anyone.