Page 41 of Miss Belief

“Ramone will take your luggage and show you to your room.”

“Thank you.” Reid then took my hand as we followed the luggage cart.

Once we were inside the hotel room, I experienced another few moments of awe. Marble tiles led into a living room that was larger than my apartment. All of the plush furnishings and paint appeared new. New and expensive. From the flat-screen television to the fully stocked bar in the corner, the room was high class. Off to the right of the main room was a large bedroom with an en-suite bathroom showcasing a Jacuzzi tub the size of a small car. But the balconies, one off the bedroom and another off the living room, were what truly stole the show.

“Holy shit,” I exclaimed, opening the sliding door. I walked out to take in the view of the gorgeous white-sand beach and turquoise-blue water. Inhaling, I caught the wonderful smell of what I instantly dubbed “island air,” something scented with the ocean and all things vacation.

Reid thanked the bellhop and handed him a tip before joining me.

Here I’d thought Dubai had beautiful beaches. “It’s gorgeous,” I breathed.

“It is. So about the bed—”

My eyes swung into the bedroom and focused on the large king-sized bed. Gulp. “Yeah?”

“I thought it might be odd to ask for two doubles.”

“Yes. It would.”

“I can take the couch.”

My gaze tracked toward the ornamental sofa. It appeared uncomfortable for sleeping and undoubtedly wouldn’t fit his six-foot-something frame. “I don’t mind sharing the bed.”

He grinned. “I promise to stay on my side.”

How practical. How disappointing.

“Are you hungry? You want to go get some lunch? Or would you rather rest? You could take a nap, and I could go downstairs to give you some privacy.”

I rolled my eyes. “Would you give your new girlfriend privacy after stepping into this beautiful room with the romantic view? No, if we were actually dating we’d be fu—” I was about to say fucking like bunnies, but stopped. “We’d be, uh, busy with each other.”

His cheeks stained pink, but he chuckled. “We’d be fu-nning? Is that what you were about to say?”

“Yep. We’d be funning.” Jesus, now I was blushing. “But I am hungry.”

“I think room service should fit our fu-n image.”

Here was hoping I could now get my mind off of all the fu-n ways we could have been spending our time.