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“What does that mean?”
“We only have a larger suite left.”
“Okay, so I’ll take that.”
“No, sorry. I must not be explaining it right.” She shifts on her feet.
Rawlins appears at my side with all the luggage and a smile on his smug face. “What’s going on?”
“There is only one room left.” The girl at the desk flickers her gaze between us like she’s watching two dangerous predators and trying to figure out which one is going to rip her to shreds first.
“That’s okay, we’ll take it,” Rawlins says.
“It’s the couples suite,” the girl says softly, like the words will get her eaten by the nearest predator.
“We will not.” A look of horror stretches my face.
“Yes, we will. Unless you would prefer to sleep on the lawn and see the sunrise for the next seven-to-ten days.” Rawlins waves a hand at the expansive outdoor area.
I drill him with a glare that heats my own face with its afterglow. I force a smile and return my focus to the girl behind the desk. “Fine.”
“It really is our nicest suite. I think you’ll find it most lovely.” The girl tries to banish my expression of horror, now melted to a fiery annoyance, from existence.
“I’m sure it will, Jessica. Don’t stress, hey.” Rawlins leans on the counter, giving her a smile.
Good lord, this man is detestable.
She hands him the keys, complete with a sparkling red, and rather obnoxious, heart. She holds one up to me, the heart pink. I snatch it from her hand and stalk from the office with a sigh.
Of all the ridiculous things... The only two people in the state of New York who can barely stand sharing an office have to share an even more intimate space.
I’d bet my left breast Serelle set this little shenanigan up.
Double-booked, my ass.
We cross the lawn to the furthest bungalow. The oversized hut has a tropical, Bali-inspired thatched roof over its round architecture. The door is unlocked. A handle, that gives way under the lightest touch, gleams under two semi-faded hearts, one red and one pink.
Because of course it does.
I push open the door, and it swings back to reveal a studio type room, but round. On one side, there’s a kitchenette. On the other, a flat-screen, but no sofa. Who has a television and no sofa? A faux wall highlights the massive bed that is the central feature of theCouples Suite.
No sofa.
One bed.
Copious amounts of pillows top the bed along with rose petals and a towel rolled and twisted into the shape of a heart. A bottle of champagne and gold heart chocolates sits between them. A small tray of strawberries and what looks like a tiny bowl of chocolate fondue tucked into one side also sits on the white linen.
“Son of a bitch,” I hiss, dropping my key on the small bamboo side table.
Wheels rolling over hardwood drags my gaze back to the front door. Rawlins stops, our bags in hand, and lifts his aviators up as he takes in the bungalow.
A smirk tugs at his lips, but his jaw clenches. “Now,thisis fucking cozy.”
Urgh, fuck my life.
Chapter 10
LAWSON
