I just stare at her for a few seconds. “You want me to sleep on the floor in someone else’s room because you guys screwed up and double-booked my room?”
“I know it’s an inconvenience, but we’re full.”
Now she’s aggravated, and I think my head might blow off my neck, because I passed aggravated back on the stairwell.
I nod and get out my phone, calling Noel.
“Jules,” he says softly.
“Hi. I’m having a situation at the front desk and I need you here.”
“I’m on my way.”
“Ma’am, I’m sorry about this,” Gwen says.
I put up a hand. “It’s been a really long day, and it’ll be best if someone other than me takes over from here.”
It only takes about two minutes for Noel to emerge from the stairwell, dressed in gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt, black slide sandals on his bare feet.
“You okay?” he asks, his gaze locked onto me.
God, he looks good. His wide shoulders and toned biceps stretch the T-shirt taut across his chest and arms. A girl could sink her hands into those shoulders while she’s getting railed into oblivion.
“I used the key card to get into my room, and it worked. But when I got inside, there was a man in bed who threatened to shoot me.”
Noel’s brows jump up. He stops right in front of me, putting a hand on my waist. “What the hell? Do we need the police?”
“No,” Gwen says emphatically. “We seem to have made a mistake and double-booked the room. And unfortunately, wedon’t have any other rooms available. We’ll take that room off the bill, of course.”
Noel draws his brows together, scowling at her. “A mistake? That’s all you have to say? Where is this guy? Get him down here right now.”
“I can’t do that, sir.”
“Get your boss on the phone.”
Gwen’s lips part with surprise. “Sir, it’s the middle of the night.”
“I don’t care. Our team has been staying here for a long time, and if you don’t?—”
I interject. “Noel. I’m so tired. Can I just have Caroline’s room?”
“She doesn’t have one.”
I give him a look. “I won’t say a word about her being in your room, but if she has one and it’s empty, like Talia and Lucien?—”
He drops his brows, confused. “Why would Caroline be in my room? She’s back in Cleveland.” He looks at my feet. “Where are your shoes?”
“On the floor in room 326. I was too scared to get them.”
He glares at Gwen. “Go get her shoes and have a cot sent to my room. This isn’t over.”
“Sir, I can’t?—”
He folds his arms. “Get her shoes and a cot within the next ten minutes, or I’ll check the entire team out of this shithole right now.”
Gwen looks like she might be sick. “Yes, sir. Right away.”
He reaches for the bag slung over my shoulder, and I pull away. “I’ve got it.”
