Page 39 of My Unbearable Mate

A door won’t be enough to keep you away, my bear rumbled.

I wasn’t so sure. Clover seemed willing to play, until she didn’t. I might have been fooling myself to think I ever had a chance with this woman, but I didn’t want to jeopardize the case.

She turned to me. “The resort has availability. Want to go check in? It will give us a chance to come up with plan B.”

“Let’s do it.” But my bear only had one plan, and it was the same plan he’d always had—to claim her.

Chapter

Eighteen

It’s Not What It Looks Like. Is it?

Clover

“You two are adorable together.” The woman behind the desk at the hotel beamed at us. She had some serious Nana energy to the point that I wouldn’t be surprised she’d somehow managed to take over this woman’s body. “How did you meet?”

“I’m his client,” I instantly regretted saying that, because in this setting, it had a much different meaning than it did when we’d given Major Lowe the same explanation. Although, the scandalized look on the woman’s face as she thought about what kind of client a man like Bellamy would bring to the Tall Timbers Resort was totally worth a moment of mortification.

“If we need to change our checkout date, that can be arranged?” Bellamy’s voice was gruff, and I didn’t miss the hint of pink that was showing through his beard. Even the bear was scandalized by the client comment. Good to know. We could laugh about it later over?—

Over what? My bear asked. Wine in your hotel room? The woman had said the hotel was very busy this week, but they were able to squeeze us in. I had pretty much braced myself for the worst room in this cute resort that I’d wanted to check out for years.

“We hope you’ll find your stay pleasant, and if you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to call the front desk and ask! We like to make magic happen, especially for guests like you.” She beamed at Bellamy as she handed him the envelope with the key cards inside. “But we understand that even the best plans aren’t set in stone, and if you need to make changes, we’ll work with you to accommodate that.”

Somehow, this felt more like a tarot card reading than a hotel stay. This woman was definitely picking up on something between us.

The desk clerk looked around us. “Do you have luggage?”

I stifled a laugh. She’d really think we were here on business now.

“Just our bags. I can carry them,” Bellamy said with a nod, and then we headed to the elevator.

“Oh, a penthouse suite.” I pushed the button for the top floor and then stepped closer to Bellamy. It was absolutely impossible to ignore the heat rolling off his body or the slight rumble that was probably coming from his bear. My bear wanted to hit stop on the elevator and do unspeakable things to this man.

There are mirrors everywhere, she said. You could watch yourself get him off from every angle…

I squeezed my legs together to calm the pulsing muscles between them. Even though we’d had that conversation on the way here about how we’d both dreamed about what our lives could’ve been like if I hadn’t fucked up everything and rejected him, he’d quickly gone back to trying to pretend he was only doing this job for the good of the clan.

Did I believe that for a second? Hell no.

But I was torn. Ever since we’d had breakfast sex, he’d been respectful. Not distant, but he stayed on the couch every night like a perfect gentleman, while I lay in his bed, aching for him to make the next move. Maybe he didn’t think I wanted him too. Why did everything with this bear have to be so damn complicated?

You could have done something, my bear suggested.

Ugh. I wasn’t used to thinking long haul. More like, I wasn’t used to being afraid of losing someone. And whether it was magic or unfortunate circumstances that put me back in Bellamy’s stratosphere.

The elevator opened, saving me from going down the rabbit hole of my thoughts. Bellamy was quiet as we headed toward the end of the hallway. He opened the door and I followed him inside.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” He groaned.

It took me a second to realize where we were. I squinted at the red things on the floor, wondering why they’d given us a dirty room until I realized they were all over the bed—in a heart pattern. A tray sat in the middle of it, with more roses, an ice bucket with champagne, two flutes, and chocolate-covered strawberries on a plate.

And that was definitely a hot tub in front of the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the lake.

“Did she give us the mate moon suite?” I kept blinking, thinking the next time I opened my eyes all these ludicrous and hilarious accessories would disappear and we’d be in a standard room with two double beds.

My magic wasn’t that strong.

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