No. No. No.
These kinds of thoughts werenotallowed. We hadn’t even got to the room and I’d already lost the plot. God knows how I’d react when I saw the bed.
Bed.
OMG.
If we were sharing a room, that’d mean that we’d have to share a bed.
Gah.
‘But what about the bed!’ I raised my voice.
‘Relax,’ Ben said and I could tell from his tone of voice he wasthisclose to rolling his eyes. ‘This is Spain. I’ve travelled here a lot and their hotel rooms always have twin beds. Think it’s something to do with flexibility, efficiency, storage or something like that. I know you’re dying to get me into bed, Jeffries, but unfortunately for you, this isn’t going to be an example of thoseonly one-bedscenarios that I know you romance readers love.’ He laughed.
‘Oh, thank God!’ I blew out a relieved breath. ‘I mean, no offence, but we’ve already gone far enough with, y’know, what we’re doing…’ I gestured between us.
‘Like I said, it’ll be fine. And by the way, thanks for telling the receptionist that I snore! For the record, I do not.’
‘Sure, sure,’ I teased. ‘And thanks for calling me honey pie. New dream nickname level unlocked!’
‘You’re welcome.’ The corner of his mouth twitched. ‘It was either that or sugar plum, and I thought honey pie sounded more affectionate.’
We burst out laughing just as the lift doors opened.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. We seemed to be getting on okay, and, yeah, we’d have to share a room, but at least we’d have our own beds. I’d make sure that I moved mine as far away from him as possible, so he wouldn’t see if I woke up with dried dribble around my mouth or sleep in my eyes.
It was the perfect scenario. Ben was right. We needed people to believe we were together, so we had to share a room. But with single beds, we’d still get to have our own space. And seeing as it was the norm for the beds to be separate, if anyone came into our room and saw them, it wouldn’t be suspicious.
Win-win.
‘This is us,’ Ben announced as he stopped outside the door, pulled out the keycard and held it over the reader. ‘Welcome to our…’ He stopped mid-sentence as he stepped into the room.
‘What is it?’ I craned my neck to see what had stopped him in his tracks.
The door closed behind me with a thud at the exact moment that my stomach bottomed out.
What Ben said about Spanish hotels always having two single beds was wrong.
Because right there in front of us was yep, you guessed it: onlyonebed.
Fuck…
29
BEN
There was no doubt about it.
I was in deep shit.
When I’d agreed to come to this wedding with Sarah, I’d already known it was a bad idea. But I’d convinced myself that it’d be fine. It’d just be a low-key weekend where I’d swoop in, do a bit of acting and help Sarah stick two fingers up at her evil ex and sister. Job done. Easy-peasy.
The trouble was, I’d agreed to this fake-dating thingbeforemy feelings towards Sarah had changed.
Before I’d started spending more time with her.
Before I’d noticed how much I liked her smile, her gorgeous cherry scent and the way my dick twitched whenever she scalded me with her smart mouth.
