Forget the front desk. Upon arrival at the gated property (discretion is paramount; all parking is covered), you are greeted not by a bellhop, but by "The Hostess." Depending on the night, this might be Eva herself or one of her meticulously trained surrogates.
"You must be Julian," she said, her voice like velvet. "You’re just in time for tea—or something a bit stronger, if you prefer." Eva Notty Bed And Breakfast HOT-