Santo and I laugh because it’s a very grown up thing to say.
“I’m not making this any better for myself, am I,” Miles grumbles, looking for a parking spot. “Damn, it’s really busy tonight.”
Turning my head, I notice that he’s driving toward the back of the hotel as he circles the lot. This doesn’t look very promising for me, but I refuse to jinx myself by voicing it. Miles finally finds a spot in a corner of the lot, and even then I can tell it’s a tight fit.
Scooting away from Santo, I miss the heat of his body as he struggles to sit up. Opening the doors, we get out of the vehicle, and I shiver since it seems to be getting colder tonight. New Orleans weather is fickle in late January.
Walking together, I let Santo pull me closer and Levon glances over with a secret smile as I allow him to keep me warm. The sliding glass doors at the front of the building open effortlessly to allow us entry and I sigh.
“I’m going to go see if they have a room for me,” I say.
“I’ll go with you,” Miles says in a tone that doesn’t allow any argument. “Guys, you should make sure to get to bed early. Levon, don’t let Santo keep you up too late.”
“Yes, because I’m the problem,” Santo snorts. He surprises me as he mutters something in Spanish to himself.
“Oh, please talk dirty to me in Spanish, I’ll happily take the punishment from Coach,” Levon groans.
The longer I get to watch them together, the more it amuses me. I’m not jealous, I do believe that you can care about more than one person at a time. Multiple scent matches for an omega happen more often than not for a reason.
I think they’re really cute together. Can I see myself in the middle of a filthy kiss with them? Maybe. I really need to stop thinking about anything in the least bit sexual so I can talk to the front desk person without stumbling over my words.
“Good night again,” I say, waving as I walk to the desk.
I can hear Santo and Levon talking to Miles, a low rumble as they argue with him about something. They can figure things out between themselves.
“Hi,” I greet the woman who looks tired and bored. “I was wondering if you have any rooms for tonight?”
She gazes at me as if I’m insane and shakes her head slowly. The guys get a little louder and she sighs as if I’m the worst thing that’s ever happened to her.
“The entire hotel is booked for tonight due to the game,” she explains. “Good luck finding anything. Maybe you can sleep in your car.”
“If my car was working, I’d just drive home,” I grumble. “I figured staying the night would be easier than waiting for someone to come out and give my battery a jump.”
“Oh,” she says. Her name tag states that her name is Yvonne, and her eyes widen when Miles walks over and leans on the counter.
“Is there a problem?” he asks. “Her car broke down and we need to get her a room, please. I’m paying for it.”
“Miles,” I groan. “She says the hotel is full. Keep your money, you oaf.”
“Oaf? Really?” he laughs. “Well, you’re really not going to like this, cupcake.”
His arm lifts me up and I squeal when I find myself over his shoulder.
“What the hell!” I yell.
“Shh, you’re fine,” he says. “Caelia, you need to sleep somewhere, and you’re just stubborn enough to attempt to sleep in the lobby.”
“That’s not allowed,” Yvonne says in a bored tone.
“See? The nice lady says you can’t do that. I’ll sleep on the couch. It’s a nice, big, king-sized bed,” Miles grunts, walking toward the elevator.
“Coach, why are you carrying a girl?” someone asks. My hair is in my face, and my cheeks burn as I push it out of the way to look up.
“That’s what I’m asking myself,” I snarl.
“She’s feral, stubborn, and a pain in my ass,” Miles says.
Making a face, I pinch said ass since it’s in front of my face.
