“Umm, Mr. Jacobs?” she called. “Can I have your help over here?”
Five minutes later we were told much the same thing.
“We only have one other room left for the night. That’s the penthouse honeymooner suite. It’s an extra thousand dollars a night,” he said. “I can call around at other hotels and…”
“Don’t bother,” the same man as earlier said as he walked up beside us, slapping his hand down on the counter. “They’re all booked because of the rally. You got our room clean yet?”
The guy looked upset as he nodded his head. “Yes, sir. We do. The man at the end of the counter can help you.”
Big Papa walked off, and I turned to look at the manager with a frown. “We didn’t give our rooms away. I’m here for a work conference. I can’t go anywhere else. It’s too hard to get back into the city by eight in the morning.”
“I can…”
“You can give us the honeymoon suite,” Bourne suggested. “For the price of the two rooms that you charged us for, it should cover it just fine. And if it doesn’t, I suppose maybe you should just eat that cost since you gave our rooms away after we’d checked in.”
I could tell that the man didn’t want to at all.
But by the look on his face, he knew he had no choice.
But then a woman who’d been standing behind us chirped up with, “That sounds fair.”
I looked over my shoulder to see a rather large, scarred man with a tiny pixie-like woman standing at her side. They didn’t look like they matched at all. Him a big, hulking giant who looked like he ate little pixies like her for dinner.
I smiled at her and looked back at the manager, waiting patiently.
He sighed and started to type out on the computer, and only as he was handing us one set of keycards did I realize what had just happened.
We’d been put in a room together, for three days, and I couldn’t control myself around Bourne Pena. Especially not when he smelled so damn good.
And there’d only be one bed.
One. Single. Bed.
What the fuck was I thinking?
Bourne turned around and headed in the direction of the elevators, and I was forced to follow or get bowled down by the big guy behind me.
As we arrived at the elevators, I asked, “What floor are we on?”
Since he had both key cards for the door, he flipped the little booklet open that the man had written our room number down on and said, “Fifteenth floor.”
I frowned. “What number on the fifteenth floor?”
His eyes met mine. “The entire fifteenth floor. It says to swipe your keycard in the elevator to be allowed to that particular floor.”
The elevator doors opened, revealing what had to be runners since they were all dressed in lycra-like outfits and tennis shoes.
They poured out, bouncing and laughing with their companions, and I walked in, feeling dread roll down my spine with every single step that I took.
When I turned around at the back of the elevator and looked at him, it was to see him waving the keycard in the middle of a card reader-type thing and pressing the button for the fifteenth floor.
The elevator’s door closed, and I was closed in with Bourne.
I only thought his smell was yummy when we were in large spaces.
Closing me up in a small, confined one? I realized I didn’t even have the tip of the iceberg.
God, he smelled like leather, coffee, chocolate, and pine. I wouldn’t think those four things would go well together, but I’d have been wrong.
He smelled to die for.
I wanted to lean into him and bury my face in his neck.
The elevator doors opened and Bourne walked out, giving me an amazing view of his backside.
I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I refrained, knowing that we wouldn’t get anything accomplished with me maiming him.
Plus, he seemed like he’d worked me out of his system.
As if he had used me, tasted me, felt me, fucked me… and then decided that that was enough.
I hadn’t seen him get hard all damn day, and trust me, I’d been looking.
All the while, I’d sat on my side of the truck and crossed my legs, pressing them together to help alleviate the ache.
The moment we stepped into the fifteenth floor’s entryway that led to the doors to get you to the room, I knew that things were about to get interesting.
He didn’t stop and admire the beautiful area around him, though.
No, he walked right up to the doors, swiped his card, and walked through the door.
I followed behind him much more slowly, taking everything in from the gold trim around the doors, to the chandelier that was hanging in the hallway.
But nothing could’ve prepared me for the room that we were walking into.