Sadie’s eyes widened at the glasses lined up neatly in a row, bubbles floating to the surface. She was so damn cute. I wondered what other firsts I could give her. I wondered why I wanted to. When was the last time I ever thought a girl was cute?
“One champagne and one sparkling cider, please,” I said. I took the glasses from the flight attendant and handed the sparkling cider to Sadie, thanking the flight attendant before she moved to the next row.
“It’s free?” she whispered.
I just laughed out loud before clinking my glass to hers.
“Cheers to your first time in first class.”
Chapter 19
Sadie
Itrailed behind Jeremiah as he walked through the open lobby doors of the hotel, confused by how his suit didn’t wrinkle after our flight, even after I had accidentally fallen asleep on his shoulder. It was a pleasant surprise waking up to his familiar cologne, against his strong shoulder. I wondered how long I had slept for and prayed I hadn’t drooled. He didn’t make a big deal of it when I looked up at him sleepily. He just wore a smile on that perfect face as he looked down at me. I was in trouble this trip.
He greeted the front desk and began checking us in, while I looked around the expansive lobby. Large stone pillars stood tall against the cream and white striped wallpaper. Huge arched windows looked out to an atrium filled with greenery and colorful flowers. It was the most luxurious hotel I had ever been in, with servers walking around with cucumber water and hot towels for arriving guests.
“You ready?” asked Jeremiah, meeting me in the center of the lobby.
“Mhmm.”
I followed him to the row of elevators, taking in more of the hotel and also the way his suit strained against his broad shoulders. He was in his element. The whole day he had been. It was hard not to be impressed by him. By all of this.
We rode the elevator up to one of the top floors, and walked down the ornate carpeted hallway to the last room. Jeremiah held the keycard to the door and it clicked open. He turned the handle and pushed open the heavy wooden door, allowing me to step past. I sucked in a breath as I walked into the room.
It was a corner room, with a 180-degree view of the city below. To my left sat a gray couch and two matching armchairs surrounding an abstract-shaped glass coffee table. Just beyond that was a small bar area built into the wall with a French press and a small wine fridge. To the right was a doorway, which I walked over to. A large king-size bed lay against a gray paneled headboard that towered above the mattress. Two white marble nightstands adorned the sides, matching the white cloud of a comforter that I wanted to jump into. A small peek toward the bathroom told me it was just as nice.
“Wow,” I said, returning to the living room area where Jeremiah was pulling out his laptop and setting it on the coffee table. “This room is beautiful. This whole hotel is.”
“Glad you like it,” he said.
“Um, is your room down the hall?” I asked, watching him get more settled in on the couch.
“This is my room.”
“Oh, thenmyroom is down the hall.” A slow realization started to slowly creep in.
“This is your room.”
I swallowed hard, looking toward the bedroom.
“There’s only one bed.”
“Is there?” he asked, feigning surprise as he looked up at me innocently.
“I feel like this was an intentional oversight…”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He looked back at his laptop, unable to hide the smirk that started to creep across his lips.
I shook my head, glad he couldn’t see the same sort of smirk that was now on my lips. This guy was something else. I couldn’t even be mad at him.
Today had actually been fun with him. It was the first stretch of time where we hadn’t bickered. Well, except for the times we had been busy having sex. We didn’t talk about business once. He asked me questions about my life and my childhood, and I told him with an ease I didn’t think was possible with him. And he listened. Really listened. Until I fell asleep. I woke up realizing I hadn’t asked one thing abouthim.
“We have dinner in an hour,” he said in that way of his that is more of a command than an invitation.
“Are we meeting the client?” I asked, pulling out my phone and looking at our joined calendar. I didn’t see any meeting set up for tonight.
“No. It will just be us.” He didn’t look up from his laptop.
