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Where the fuck did he getthatcard? Shit, I hadn’t planned on the Belluas being flush. I’m racking my brain for a trick I can pull or which one of Becka’s charms in my backpack will turn Brooks into a toad when dearest Robert shakes his head.
“I’m afraid that the honeymoon suite doesn’t have enough beds for your party of three, sir. It’s a little old-fashioned, I know, but that’s hotel policy.” He smiles sadly.
“We don’t mind sharing,” Jackson pipes up.
“I’m afraid it’s out of the question. We can only allow extra guests to sleep in a room if they pay for a rollout cot, but all the cots are in use at the moment. We do have a nice triple near the spa—”
“Brooks,we can’t afford two rooms,” Orion hisses.
“That works for me.” I grin. “They can take that triple room, and I’ll have the honeymoon suite all to myself.”
“No,I’lltake the honeymoon suite,” Brooks snaps. “The twins will sleep in the car.”
“Excuseme?”Jackson yelps. “It’s bad enough sitting in that rust bucket all day long! I’m not sleeping with the gearshift up my asshole. You take the car. Orion and I will have the honeymoon bed.”
“I’m taking the honeymoon suite.” Brooks’s voice is scarily low.
Jackson steps back, his features tense.
“No, you are not,” I snap.
“Yes, I am.”
Brooks glares at me. I glare right back. I know him better than he knows himself. He’s not going to budge, and neither am I. There’s no way out of this—
“Fine, myhusbandand I will take the room,” I say through gritted teeth. “Together.”
Brooks’s whole body jerks, his eyes flickering with surprise.
Twice in one day I’ve surprised you. Take that, bitch.
Robert looks nervous. “Are…are you sure? There’s only one bed in that room, and you two don’t seem…”
“We don’t seemwhat?” Brooks asks with a sneer, draping an arm around my shoulder. I tense automatically even as prickles of heat race across my skin. “We don’t seem like a couple who are madly in love?”
“No, no, I didn’t say that.” Robert plasters a smile on his wizened face that manages to lookmostlysincere. “Of course, I’llhave your room keys prepared for you. If you could fill out this information, I’ll get you checked in. Welcome to the Bridgemont Hotel. I hope you have a pleasant stay.”
“Not likely,” I whisper under my breath.
Brooks reaches for the paper, but I grab it and start filling out my own information.
Besides, I take a twisted amount of satisfaction filling in our names as Lily and Brooks Dean. There’s no way in hell I’m going to be LilyBellua. Yuck.
Robert clears his throat. “There’s a $500 deposit, and the honeymoon suite and extra room come to $1860 per night—”
“My husband will take care of the room charges.” I smile sweetly.
Brooks scowls, but he puts down his black card. Good boy.
“I’ll take your things.” A man appears at my side. He’s a little older than me, with a friendly smile and dark hair that falls over his eyes. “I’m Freddie, and I’ll be your concierge. If there’s anything I can do to make your stay a happy one, then don’t hesitate to let me know.”
“Can you slip a little cyanide into my husband’s tea?” I ask, batting my eyelashes sweetly and jabbing a finger at the domineering male beside me. “That would be so sweet of you.”
Brooks growls. Literallygrowls,like a wild animal protecting his territory. Jackson makes a choking noise, and Orion stares at his shoes. Freddie’s smile remains plastered on his face, but his eyes betray his desperate desire to get the fuck away from here.
Me too, Freddie. Me too.
I hand Freddie my backpack, and he slings it over his shoulder alongside Brooks’s duffel and nods to the elevator
