“She’s my girlfriend. No bite marks yet,” Shocked, Flora’s jaw dropped before her eyes flew to Mary's. Smiling, she tried to play off the sudden surprise.
“That makes a lot more sense. Never thought I’d see the day Flora walked in here with a man. Here’s your room key and enjoy your stay.” Grabbing the key, Dylan smiled, leading Flora away with his hand pressed against her lower back, bringing a deeper sense of comfort over her.
“Dylan —”
“Shh — just enjoy it,” Dylan smirked his ass off as they made their way upstairs.
Hand still holding her waist, Dylan pushed open their door. Flora stood in the foyer of their room, while Dylan searched for anything suspicious. This had become a habit, one she realized she’d have to break once this job was over. Saddened once again by the thought, she grabbed their suitcases. The deal was to share a room but not a bed. But apparently, she hadn't been clear enough with Mary when booking because there was only one perfectly made bed right in the middle of the room.
“What the hell?” Flora muttered, turning on her heel and pulling out her phone to call the front desk. Just as she was about to press call, Willow’s name appeared on the screen. Answering her call first, she stepped back into the foyer.
“Have you seen your room?” Willow rushed out, sounding as if she was holding back a laugh.
“Yes, I have. Do you happen to know why there is only one bed?” Flora asked, tension filling her voice.
Willow broke, laughing a little too hard in Flora’s opinion. “Luxe put me up to it I swear.”
“Luxe?”
“Look, there are no other rooms. Just enjoy it, Flora, you know you want to.”
“You both are going to pay for this.”
“I’m shaking in my boots. Truly, have a productive trip,” Willow said, hanging up the phone. Running a hand through her overgrown braids, Flora let out a huff before stepping back into the main room.
“So,” Flora started, unsure of what to say exactly.
“So,” Dylan copied, that damn smirk still on his face. While she was stressing on the call with Willow, Dylan had wasted no time getting comfortable on the single bed, taking his shoes off and laying back.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, kitty cat, but didn’t we agree on two beds and one room?”
Sitting at the end of the bed, Flora took in the other furniture in the room. A couch sat in front of the bed with a TV hanging on the wall. Across the room was a mini fridge, a brown sleek counter with a closet, and another door that she assumed led to the bathroom.
“Luxe and Willow had other plans. Willow said there were no other rooms anyway, so it looks like we’re sharing a bed.”
“The couch looks perfectly fine,” Dylan commented, sliding a glance at the couch. The white couch glared back, knowing from experience it wasn't that comfortable. Tilting her head to the side, she questioned him.
“I mean, plus you're small enough to fit.”
“Dylan!” Flora yelled, trying to slap his thigh. He grabbed her hand before she could make contact, a glint in his eyes and a small smile gracing his lips. Flushing, Flora gently tried to take her hand back, but his grip tightened. Laying her hand on his thigh and resting his hand on top of hers, just like he did in the car.
“I’m not sleeping on the couch.”
“I wasn’t going to let you, Flora. I’m sleeping on the couch.”
“You’re not sleeping on the couch.”
“Then where am I sleeping?”
“On the bed,” she said, pulling pillows and extra blankets from the closet. “Watch this.” She proceeded to build a wall down the middle of the bed with her supplies.
“The wall of separation. Unless…” Flora suggestively joked, throwing her back with a laugh. Testing the waters through jokes was her tell, trying to see how he would respond. He smirked again. What was she supposed to do with a damn smirk? Biting the inside of her lip, tapping her fingers on the bed beside her, she stared at the wall.
“Coin for your thoughts? Or however the saying goes,” Dylan asked, proceeding to draw shapes on the back of her hand. Was that something? Was that a sign to keep flirting?
“Penny.”
“What?”
