He lifts a hand, amusement shining in his eyes, and gestures to my head. “You have a thing against meetings?”
“I’m sure there are great businessmen out there. But I haven’t met many in the past few weeks.”
We stop near the hotel exit. He’ll go left. I’ll go straight. “I hope I’ve been the exception,” he says quietly.
“You have been amazing.” One… two… three beats of eye contact before I look away. My crush is back, hot and persistent.
“What were you doing in London?” he asks just as I open my mouth to say goodbye.
“I was there researching a story.”
“Fiction?”
I shake my head. “I’m a journalist.”
His expression changes almost imperceptibly but I clock it. “Ah. Which outlet?”
“LA Times.”
One eyebrow performs a quick, impressed flicker. “What’s the story about?”
I smile, chewing my lip. Looking at him, it’s easy to tell that he’s well connected, and being a well-connected businessman in London means the odds are good that he’s heard of Jupiter. Maybe he’s even been a guest there. I tread carefully: “It’s about a group of people doing very bad things.”
Alec squints at me, and what he says next isn’t what I’m expecting. “That sounds like a grueling assignment. Are you sure you’re up for hotel hunting?”
“I promise I am.” I adjust my backpack strap on my shoulder. “Though thank you again for letting me use your shower. I feel like a new human.” I nod toward the exit. “I’m going to grab a cab.”
“Take the bedroom, Georgia,” he says abruptly. “The one upstairs, I mean.”
“In your suite?” I cough out a laugh. “No way. I couldn’t.”
He exhales slowly. “Come on.” That quiet come on changes everything in his demeanor. He’s the same man as he was a second before but gentler, somehow more real. “You haven’t booked a room yet. It didn’t sound like there were a lot left around here.”
“I emailed from the lobby,” I say, adding without conviction, “I’m sure our travel department booked one for me.”
He lifts his chin like, Well, take a look, then. And when I do, I see a missed call and voicemail from Linda in Travel Services.
Alec watches me as I lift my phone to my ear, and his expression changes in tandem with mine. Eyes widen in hope, brow drops in defeat.
I slip my phone back into my backpack. “There’s some big science conference in town. Airport and downtown hotels are full.”
“Everything’s fully booked?”
“Everything close by, at least. They’ve booked me at a motel in Bellingham.”
“That’s nearly two hours from Sea-Tac.” He pulls back his sleeve, glancing down at a visibly expensive watch. “And it’s almost eleven.”
I groan at the ceiling. “I know.”
“Are you on the eight o’clock flight?” I nod, and he frowns again. “Seriously, Georgia.”
I deflate. What he’s offering sounds convenient but so very awkward. “It feels like a huge imposition. I’m not comfortable saying yes.”
He glances to the side, jaw clenched, and it looks like he wants to argue with my personal boundaries but won’t. “Okay. But come have a drink in the bar while you look for something closer. How can I send you off in search of a hotel this time of night?”
“That’s exactly what cabs are for!” I protest, but follow him anyway.
He leads me to a dim, far corner and gestures to a low table with couches circling it. “Maybe, but you’re small and it’s dark out.” He watches me sit and adjust my skirt around my legs. And not wearing underwear, it seems he wants to add.