She saw me looking at her bag and rolled her eyes. “We’re only going to be gone for two days. I’m fine.”
“Alright then. Do you want to drive?”
“I don’t drive, actually.”
I blinked at her. “What do you mean you don’t drive? You’re how old?”
“I’m thirty, and I just don’t, okay? Can we go now, please?”
I could tell she was getting more irritated by the second, and I couldn’t help but notice how cute she looked when she was mad.
“Fine, Jesus, let’s go.” It was no use arguing with her.Of course Her Highness doesn’t drive…
It wasn’t that I minded driving; I actually loved it. I just wasn’t in love with the idea of chauffeuring the princess around like I was her personal servant.
The entire car ride was an agonizing hour of awkward silence. Every so often I would get the urge to look at her. I couldn’t stand the heat that passed through me when I did. She was devastatingly beautiful, and I had no right thinking about her like that.
Anytime I stole a glance in her direction, she would be doing the same and we would sharply turn away from each other.
I wanted to say something, anything to break the horrible silence, but I was at a loss of what to say.
I was put out of my misery when we arrived at the hotel. It looked as if someone had lit a fire underneath my ass with how fast I bolted out of that car. I was counting the minutes until I was alone in my own room and I wouldn’t have to deal with her until tomorrow.
“Hi, we have a reservation. It should be under Blair Sterling?” She spoke with a sweet smile.Good to know she knows how to do that.
“Of course, we have your room all ready for you. Will you be needing one key or two?”
“Wait, room? As in singular?” She looked between me and the receptionist.
I stood frozen as I let the words sink in.One room. As in sharing a room… with Blair freaking Sterling!
This had to be a sick fucking joke. If this was Cara’s doing and not just an unhappy accident, so help me God…
The reservationist chuckled. “Yes, ma’am. One room, two queen beds. That’s what the reservation says. Is there a problem?”
She scoffed. “Yes, there is a?—”
“No, there is no problem. That’s perfect. Thank you so much...” I leaned in closer to read the name tag the woman was wearing. “Teresa. We will definitely be needing two keys, though.”
I took the room keys, leading a very ruffled-looking Blair to the elevator. I usually reveled in anything that caused her perfect life to be off-balance, but not when I was also suffering.
“What the hell was that?” She glared when the elevator door closed. “There is a problem. I am not sharing a room with you.”
I rolled my eyes. “First of all, Your Highness, relax. It’s not like we have to share a bed. It’s for two nights, and you aren’t paying for it, so calm down and enjoy the free room.”
“Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath, and I resisted the temptation to say more. At least there were two beds.
We didn’t get fully checked into our room until a little after six, and by then I was in desperate need of some liquid stress relief.
“I’m going down to the bar.” I waited as long as I possibly could before hesitantly continuing. “Do you want to come?” I promised Cara I would at least try to be nice.
“I’m fine. I don’t really drink.” She looked up from where she was sitting on her bed.
“Of course you don’t. God forbid you have any fun.” I rolled my eyes as I turned away, shutting the door on my way out, not giving her a chance to respond.
The hotel bar was empty and I welcomed the silence.
“Hey, what can I get you?” The bartender came up to me as soon as I sat down. He was tall and had a blond buzz cut.
