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"Really?" Reece scoffs, now looking me up and down. "I didn't know that. Well, in that case, you'll have to join us for lunch during our stay."
I'd rather eat my own vomit.
Reece sneers. "Assuming you guys are allowed to eat with the people who have money?"
Rage surges through my veins, and I briefly consider if there's a way I can slap Reece across the face and play it off as shooing a bug off him.
But since I like to consider myself a decent guy, I choose words over violence.
"That's so kind of you." My voice drips with enough saccharine to turn a person diabetic. "I know most newlyweds spend every waking moment having sex…" I pause and aim my best resting bitch face at Reece… "So once you get checked into your room, we'll see you in, what, five minutes?"
"Excuse me?"
Pierce side kicks me under the counter. "He means we'd love to join you for lunch, but we understand if you and your new husband will be busy for a while."
"Oh. No. That's fine." Reece waves a hand dismissively. "We fucked on the plane."
Gross.
"We can have lunch with these guys today, right, babe?" Reece turns to his husband.
"Well, actually I was hop—"
"Great. It's settled." Reece talks over him. "How does one sound?"
* * *
"You're angry with me?" I ask nervously at the end of our shift.
We're in the staff lounge and Pierce has been quiet ever since Reece and his husband were escorted to the honeymoon suite by an attendant.
"No. I'm…" Pierce drops down onto the couch. "I don't know what I am."
I sit down next to him and give his hand a squeeze. "I'm sorry if I overstepped."
That brings a small smile to his face. "I like hearing you say those words."
"Huh?"
"I'm sorry," he clarifies, and I smack his chest with the back of my hand.
"Yeah, well, don't get too used to it. You get one apology a year. You're gonna have to wait a while for your next one."
"I'll mark my calendar."
Pierce stares out at nothing, looking like he’s still in shock, though I can't tell if it's in response to seeing his ex, or the stupid lie I told. Both. It's probably both. Guess I have some explaining to do.
"I don't know what got into me, why I said that we're together. There was just something so icky and gross about how he was trying to make you feel bad that I had to do something. Act first, think later, you know?"
"Your life motto."
"Exactly."
I'm still holding on to Pierce's hand. He hasn't noticed. I give it a squeeze, and it draws his eyes to where we're touching.
"Just practicing,boyfriend."
He shakes his head, his lips twitching. "Here's a tip. Come up with a more endearing term for me thanboyfriend."
