Page 33 of Love Spell

“Are you sleeping here?”His tone was interested, not heated or accusatory, as if still asking about the best local attractions.

Noah cleared his throat.“It’s really inefficient to constantly move from room to room and also have to take the horrible commute morning and evening.”

“Am I not paying you enough?”

“I can afford a room.Everything’s booked up or too far away or hundreds of pounds a night — and that’s just stupid.I need to save —”

“So you don’t actually have anywhere to stay right now?”

Noah shifted, glared at the desk.“Kind of.”

“Come to my place.I need to get home anyway.”

Noah snorted.“Yeah, right.”

Timo cocked his head.“You can have the bedroom.I’ll take the couch.”

“I bet.”

“Do youwantto sleep here?”

Noah glanced at him.“Obviously, if I stayed at your place, you would take advantage of the situation because that’s just who you are.So, yeah, compared to dealing with that shit?I’d rather sleep here.”

Timo blinked, took half a step back, his gaze unfocused.“Understandable.I’ve not made your life easy lately, have I?”

“No, you haven’t.”

“I’ll make it up to you.What is it you need?A room for the next five weeks, close to work, and not chopping into your income?”

“Yeah, that about sums it up.And a unicorn.”

“Let’s find you a room.”Timo returned to his office.

Uneasy but too curious not to follow, Noah watched while Timo pulled up London hotels on his desktop.

“Here we go …” Timo murmured as he checked dates and rooms.“I don’t know what you’re complaining about.You can get in here starting … tomorrow.Five weeks?What’s your departure day?”

“I don’t know for sure.Haven’t got my flight.”

“We’ll just say an even five for now.King suite?”

“Wait, Timo, that’s the —”

“Breakfast?See?No problem.”Timo clickedBookto be directed to a payment page.

“Christ!Stop it!Timo, that’s over sixty-sixthousandpounds.”Noah grabbed his hand, pulling it away from the mouse.

“So it is.”Timo swivelled in the chair to look up at him, tone mild.“But just imagine all the overhead the Ritz juggles — and I’m sure the breakfast is good.”

Noah was sweating, heart pounding at the thought of wasting all that money.“No, no, no, donotbook that.I’d rather you donate it somewhere than spend that much on a stupid hotel room.”

“Where?”Again, Timo seemed interested.

Noah opened and closed his mouth.

“So, where are you going to stay?”

“I’ll figure something out.”

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