Page 19 of The Bad Boy's Fake Wife

Jonathan pretends to consider this. “Tempting offer. But I’m willing to take my chances.”

I groan. “Fine! I’ll go ask the front desk for another room.”

“Great,” he says. “And while you’re at it, be a darling and ask for extra towels.”

“If you want towels, get them yourself!” I yell, storming off toward the door.

I barely make it three steps before I hear his footsteps behind me.

I whirl around. “Are you seriously following me?”

Jonathan rolls his eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m getting my towels.”

I bite back a sarcastic response as we reach the front desk. A cheerful brunette named Andy greets us.

“Hi! How can I help?”

I force a smile. “I’d like a different room, please.”

“And towels,” Jonathan adds lazily beside me.

Andy’s enthusiasm dims. “Is something wrong with your suite, ma’am?”

“It only has one bed.”

Her brows knit together. “Well…yes. It’s the honeymoon suite.”

“I’m aware,” I grind out. “Which is why I need a different room. One with two beds.”

Jonathan sighs. “I just need my towels.”

Andy types on her computer, lips pursed. A moment later, she glances up with an apologetic smile.

“I’m afraid we’re fully booked.”

I blink. “You’re kidding.”

She shakes her head. “This is a high-profile resort. We’re usually booked well in advance.”

I stare at her in disbelief. “You mean to tell me that people actually choose to come to this dump of an island?”

Andy’s smile tightens. “Miss, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t speak to me that way.”

I inhale sharply, then press my hands together in mock prayer. “Andy, please, I’m begging you. There has to be something. Anything. A closet, a storage room, the employee break room—anything.”

Andy sighs. “I’m sorry, ma’am. There’s a motel on the island, but it’s in a less desirable area, and I wouldn’t recommend it for safety reasons. However, if you’d like, I can provide directions.”

Before I can respond, Jonathan laces his fingers through mine.

I freeze.

What.

What.

WHAT.

“It’s okay,” he says smoothly, flashing Andy a smile. “My wife and I will manage just fine.”

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