“We’re fully sold out,” she says apologetically. “No other suites were available.”
“One of them can be downgraded,” I say. The whole fucking point of a billion in the bank is getting what I fucking want when I fucking want it.
The beast howls at the irony, clawing for Jamie. I tell it to shut up.
“The other rooms are all already occupied,” the woman says, her throat bobbing. “There’s only so much I can do for late arrivals.”
“Are you saying this is my fault?” I snarl.
“No! Of course not, I’m so sorry. Our deepest apologies. The plumbing issue is inexcusable, of course.”
“I’ll be speaking to your manager.”
“Of course, anytime.”
I heave a sigh, irritation prickling along my skin. “So what is this… next-best room?”
“We had one last-minute cancellation. Gorgeous views, a king bed—”
“Aking bed?” I snap.
The woman glances between us, a deer caught in the headlights.
“Do you have anything with two beds, even if it’s not asnice?” Jamie cuts in.
The woman shakes her head. “We arefullysold out. There’s a major conference.”
“And theotherhotels?”
“Also no vacancy. I’ve been calling around since this issue came to my attention. Unless you’re willing to accept a… um… lower-quality establishment.”
“Of course not,” I snap. I open my mouth to say something else, and Jamie interrupts meagain.
“We’re just lucky you had anything open at all! Thank you so much for doing all that. Maybe… do you have any roll-away beds?” Jamie offers.
I stare at Jamie. The beast is pacing, snarling. Howdarehe. But also…god. My blood rushes. Part of me stirs at the quiet courage. Part of me drools at the hen in the fox house.
“Oh, yes,” the woman replies, breathless. “We may have one or two. I’ll check.”
“That’ll be great,” he says. He leans towards her, hides his mouth from me with a hand, and whispers, “Don’t mind her. She’s a bit hangry.”
“I amnot,” I snap, the muscles that would pin my ears against my head tensing.
Jamie gives me a look. Okay, he has a point. I reluctantly settle back. I’m… ruffled. I don’t like being ruffled.
“It’ll be alright,” Jamie says, as much to me as to the woman. “We’ll figure it out.”
The beast whines and calms. Practical. But I hate that it works. Soothing an alpha is not an omega’s fucking job—it is not Jamie’s fucking job.
I need to get a hold of myself.
“Please let me comp your room service,” the woman says.
“That would beamazing,” Jamie breathes, like she just offered him the moon.
“Fine,” I grind out, and I lead Jamie to the elevator.
Chapter 23
