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The concierge took Isaac’s credit card and driver's licence, entered a few details into a computer, and handed us three whitecards in cardboard sleeves that had the number 1202 printed on them.
“These are your room keys. Will you require the buffet breakfast or late checkout?”
“The buffet breakfast,” I said without thinking, only realizing that I’d blurted it out when Isaac and Wyatt both turned back to stare at me. “If that’s okay,” I added.
“The buffet breakfast for all three of us,” Isaac said. He pocketed his key and tucked his cards back in his wallet. “Is there anything else?”
The concierge pointed to the elevators. “Your room is on the twelfth floor. Enjoy your stay.” His smile was stiff, but I didn’t care. We were about to spend a night in the fanciest accommodation I’d ever set foot in — it was hard to restrain myself from wandering around the foyer, taking photographs of everything so I could show my dad, but I managed.
We traveled up the elevator, squashing together when the doors opened to let other people in. By the time we reached the twelfth floor, we were crammed in the back corner, so I had to excuse myself to push through the crowd before the doors closed again.
“That guy wasn’t kidding,” Wyatt said, as we made our way down the high-ceilinged corridor. “This placeisbusy.”
He unlocked our door and as soon as he opened it, the lights flickered on and the room took my breath away. It washuge, bigger than my entire house, and filled with the most comfortable-looking furniture I’d ever seen. Everything was white, from the thick carpet to the chandelier that hung over our heads, so the cushions on the plush leather couches literally looked like clouds. Even the chairs tucked under the white dining table looked comfortable, with padded seats and backrests.
But the most impressive thing of all was the view.
The drapes were open, and the city stretched out before us, its twinkling lights stretching into the distance as far as we could see. I slid the door open and stepped on to the balcony, and a gust of cool wind took my breath away.
I pulled my hair back as it whipped around my face.
“This is fucking beautiful!”
“This is nothing,” Wyatt said with a chuckle as he stepped out behind me. “We’re nowhere near the top floor — and you should see how tall the hotels are in Dubai.” My lungs stopped working for an entirely different reason when he added, “I’ll take you there sometime.”
“Dubai?” I whispered. I’d never traveled overseas before. While my friends from highschool partied in Bali or backpacked around Europe, I’d stayed home to work and take care of my dad. If I ever did go overseas, I’d imagined a budget trip with April, where we’d stay in dorms and hide our valuables in our shoes.
I’d never imagined that a movie star would take me somewhere as decadent and luxurious as Dubai.
Wyatt nodded.
His lips parted and looked so damn kissable that I couldn’t help myself. I stepped forward, brushed his blond hair out of his face, and pressed my lips to his. He returned the kiss, his tongue easing into my mouth. Everything felt smooth and natural, like our bodies were designed to fit together.
His strong hands wrapped around my body and squeezed my ass, pulling me against his rock hard cock. I was used to it now, no longer surprised that he was already erect, and ground my hips against his body as the night air swirled around us.
“I’d say you should get a room, buttechnicallyyou’ve already done that…” We both jumped as Isaac’s voice interrupted our kiss, leaping apart like guilty teenagers who had been caught by our parents.
“We were…” I blurted out, but Isaac rolled his eyes and walked away.
“Getting involved with co-stars is a bad idea,” he said over his shoulder.
“I know, I know,” Wyatt said, although the wind whipped his voice away, so it never reached Isaac. “Joyless bastard.”
We looked at each other uncertainly, unsure whether to pick up where we had left off, but Isaac had ruined the mood, so we went back into the room and closed the door behind us.
There were two wide doors on the left side of the room. One, I figured from the stretch of white tiles I could see through it, was the bathroom. The other must have been the bedroom — and sure enough, when I walked through it, I was met with a king-sized bed, covered in so many layers of duck feather doonas and cushions that I was positive it could have kept us warm in the arctic.
All three of us could fit in here, I thought, as I pictured Isaac sleeping on the window side of the bed, Wyatt sleeping nearest the closet, and myself snuggled between them.
The bed was so wide that we could probably fit Dean and Brooke in here too — and that idea made me wonder what Dean was doing now. I could only imagine that pretending to be Brooke’s lover was a full-time job, and a tough one at that.
“You can have the bed,” Isaac said, coming up behind me. “Wyatt and I can sleep on the couches.”
My vision of us all sleeping together vanished.
“That’s not fair.” I leaned against the door frame. “There are two of you and one of me. You guys can have the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“Or Kyla and I…” Wyatt started, only to be silenced by a sharp, “No,” from Isaac.
