Page 10 of An Inconvenient Marriage
And my husband.
Turning my head away from him, I let that thought sink in.
The world outside blurred past my window while the tension inside my body reached new heights until I finally blurted out, “I know we’re married, but I’m not having sex with you.”
He was quiet for so long it forced my attention back to him. I almost gasped when I found him staring at me with that intense look in his dark eyes again.
Seconds, which felt like hours, ticked by before he opened his mouth and ground out, “Rest assured, sex withyouis the last thing I want.”
It was exactly what I’d wanted him to say, and yet the cold manner in which he’d delivered it was like a punch to the gut. No, that wasn’t right. It didn’t hurt. But I felt dirty. A very unwelcome feeling.
“I trust we’re done here,” he drawled in a thick Spanish accent.
I simply nodded, because what else was there to say or do?
“Good.”
With that, he leaned back, and his eyes fell shut again.
Pressing my lips together, I let my gaze drift back to the world outside.
It was quiet in the limo for the rest of the ride, and I honestly wasn’t sure how I felt about it. For my plan to work, I needed him to at least like me enough to want to help me. From everything I’d read about the man, I’d thought that part would be the easiest.
Now I was thinking it might be the hardest.
If not impossible.
I was still lost in thought when we finally reached the hotel. We’d barely stepped onto the sidewalk before the brunette from the reception came rushing toward us.
“We have a problem.” She was out of breath, and her cheeks had a slight red tinge to them. “Well,” her gaze met mine briefly before sliding back to Zach, “notwebut you.”
Zach sighed. “And I pay you to fix them.”
“I know, I know, but—”
Her eyes were back on me, and I really didn’t like the hint of disdain I saw there. Like she’d done earlier, she glanced at me for maybe a second or two before returning her attention to Zach.
“Word somehow got to Trent that you were staying here tonight, and he took it upon himself to switch you out from the presidential suite to the… uhm”—she took a step closer to him and side-eyed me—“honeymoon suite.”
“Mierda,” Zach growled low under his breath. “Tell them to switch it back.”
“I tried, but apparently there’s a big wedding here tomorrow, and some last-minute family needed beds for the night. The place is booked up.” The brunette pulled her phone from the pocket of her dress and tapped on the screen. “Let me see if I can find you somewhere else—”
“Leave it, Sophie.” Those dark eyes found mine. “We’ll just have to make the best of the situation.”
The situation he was referring to was no doubt the fact that the honeymoon suite only had one bed. Probably in a heart shape. And covered in rose petals and whatever else they used toset the mood.
“You’re sure?” Sophie asked.
The way this woman was concerned with me and Zach sharing a one-bed room was really grating on my nerves. Unless Everlee’s suspicions were spot on and she was worried about me making a move on her man.
Maybe I was tired, but the thought of me actuallymaking a moveon anyone had a little laugh bubbling up my throat. The moment it was out, though, I quickly swallowed it back down and pressed my lips into a thin line.
Not that it helped. Zach had obviously heard it, and now I found myself the object of his undivided attention.
Again.
“Something funny?”
