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How idiotic.

She smiles, her expression uncertain as to what she’s supposed to do now.

Great job, Prince Nelson, you’ve gone and made her uncomfortable.

“Thank you, Destiny. If it’s not too much trouble, would you mind pointing me in the direction of my room? I’m feeling a little beat from the day of travel.”

“Of course.” Destiny gives me a friendly smile as she nods, and her gaze bounces from mine to over my shoulder. “I’ll show you both to your room.”

And with that, we follow her across the lobby as she leads us to another section of the resort.

After a brief walk, which takes us to another building next to the main facility, Destiny escorts us into the waiting elevator car. It’s almost as if she called ahead to make sure it was vacant and waiting for us.

Tristan’s steps erase the space between us, and I hiss a small breath at the feel of his hand against my lower back. Goosebumps break free as a sensation rushes through me. I can’t say I’m a fan of whateverreaction my body is feeling from our connection. Risking a glimpse, I peek over my shoulder in hopes he didn’t feel the betrayal of my body, but I’m met with his annoying smirk.

Damn him.

With a special card, Destiny holds it against a sensor before she presses the button to the fourth floor, which happens to be the top floor. My heart is still pounding as the uncertainty creeps in because the top floor is the exclusive penthouse.

Maybe she’s showing Tristan his room first before leading me to mine.

The ride is quick, and with a loud ding, the doors slide open, welcoming us directly into the suite.

“Welcome to the Presidential suite, Mr. Nelson and Miss Reed.” Destiny gestures to the grand room in front of us.

Wait. No, this can’t be right.

There’s no way I’m sharing a room with Tristian. Not when I’m already going to be forced to spend the next month working in even closer proximity than before.

The breathtaking room distracts me from my thoughts for a moment. It’s been updated to include the same modern designs as we are implementing around the resort.

Light gray luxury vinyl plank flooring runs throughout the entire space, inviting you to enter and enjoy the impeccable panoramic views of the property. Floor-to-ceiling windows take up the entire wall, which invite you outside to what appears to be an oversized balcony with couches and a fire pit.

A cream U-shaped sectional welcomes you to relax while getting lost in the oversized cushions as you watch a movie on the large flatscreen, which is hung opposite. Sitting between the openings of the couch is a large square coffee table with a modern console table underneath the television.

Behind the couch is an expansive dining room, with a large rectangular glass table that seats eight with off-white leather chairs placed around the table. An oversized and unique shell chandelier hangs above. Behind the table and directly across from where we’re standing is an oversized round mirror that bounces the natural light around the space. My reflection catching my eye, I realize the humidity has not done my red hair any favors, turning the beachy waves into frizzy curls, but it’s not my hair that makes me pause. It’s the six-three man behind me. While I’m busy taking everything in, Tristan is glued right inside the door. His arms are draped across his fit frame, his eyes on me. For some unknown reason, I don’t hate the idea of him watching me. Clearly, the heat has gone straight to my head.

Opposite the dining room is a large galley-sized kitchen, where white cabinets line both sides of the room, providing ample storage. White and grey veined marble countertops are home to state-of-the-art appliances. The kitchen is luxurious and encourages people to take advantage of the private chef the resort offers those staying in the presidential suite.

“This room is breathtaking. I cannot believe how beautiful it turned out.” Bewilderment lines my tone as I spin around and find Destiny and Tristan standing together.

I’ve never been in such an opulent space, and it catches me completely off guard. A blush spreads across my cheeks as I realize how childish I’ve been drooling over the interiors.

“I’m sorry about that.” Clearing my throat, I step toward the door, mentally saying goodbye to the room I’ll never get to stay in. “Destiny, if you wouldn’t mind showing me to my room, I imagine Tristan would love to unpack.”

“Miss Reed, I’m sorry if there was any confusion, but you and Tristan will be staying together.” Destiny’s eyes widen with alarm. “When the emails were sent, we specified we were working diligently to get the presidential space together as we wait for the other furniture for the other rooms to arrive.”

Don’t panic. Don’t panic. Don’t panic.

“Oh, right, of course.” I nod, as if it was me who misunderstood an email I never received. An email Tristan never sent me. Flicking my gaze over to him, he meets my stare with a shrug.

A shrug?!

The asshole knew all along that we would be staying together.

Oh my gosh, what if there’s only one bed?

“Please tell me we won’t have to share a room!” I plead with the poor woman who has been nothing but helpful.