Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
I thought back to the hastily scribbled name written on masking tape that was stuck to the dash.
“Henry Winkle.”
“Henry Winkle?” he repeated.
“Yeah,” I said. “It was written in block lettering and I thought it was a cute name.”
He grunted something and gestured to the lady smiling wide at us—or at least at Jonah.
“Go get us checked in,” he ordered. “I’m going to call this in to a buddy that’s on LVPD.”
I did as he asked, smiling at the lady whose smile had dimmed upon seeing that Jonah hadn’t followed me.
“Can I help you?” she asked casually.
I barely contained the eye roll.
“Yes, ma’am.” I smiled. “I’m here to check my fiancé and me in.”
I had no idea why I’d said ‘fiancé.’
Honestly, it was likely due to the fact that she would’ve given much better service to Jonah.
I grinned when her eyes narrowed.
“Ohhh!” the woman that was next to the one that I was working with clapped. “You’re getting married?”
What did I say now?
“Uhhh, yes?”
“We have a honeymoon suite!” she cried out. “You’ll just love it! And it’s the same price as the one that you have right now!”
And before I could stop her or say anything differently, the bouncy, overly excited woman was pushing my sneering attendant to the side and typing away at her computer.
Moments after that, she was doing a shimmy shake.
“I was able to get you the executive honeymoon suite!” she cried out. “Aces!”
I bit my lip, unable to stop myself from smiling at her excitement.
“What’s the executive honeymoon suite?” Jonah drawled as he walked up long moments into the shit show.
“It’s even better than the room y’all were going to get!” she promised. “It’s so awesome! I’ve always wanted to stay in it, but you really do have to have a fiancé or they won’t let you stay there.”
“We’re really sticking with this ‘fiancé’ thing?” he teased quietly in my ear.
I huffed.
“That woman was staring at you like a shark. She was barely even paying attention to me as she watched you pace behind me. It slipped out,” I muttered darkly under my breath.
Jonah chuckled as he pulled me even tighter. “That sounds great. What’s so special about it?”
“It has a jacuzzi tub, a great overhanging view of the strip, a private balcony roof entrance, complimentary, errrmmm, stuff.”
The complimentary ‘stuff’ was definitely intriguing seeing as she blushed a fiery red the moment that the words came out of her mouth.
Interesting.
“That sounds wonderful.” Jonah smiled at her.
That smile made both women wilt, even the one that was glaring daggers at me.
What in the hell did I ever do to her? Shit! I literally just walked in the door!
“Okay, we have you all set up. The card that you used to book the room is already on file. Do you want to use a new one for the room charges?” she asked.
Jonah whipped his wallet out so fast that it took me a long second to react.
And by the time that I had, the excited woman was already handing it back to him.
“Y’all are on the top floor!” she cheered. “Room 3001!”
With that, she practically presented us with our room keys. “Have a magical stay! And if you have any wedding photos, I’d love to see them!”
With that, Jonah guided me away.
“You told them we were getting married here?” he asked.
I shook my head and placed my hands on my face.
“No,” I said through my hands.
He snorted. “It was funny, don’t worry about it.”
It wasn’t funny.
It was awful.
I’d just lied, and karma was going to kick me in the ass, I just knew it.
Jonah led me to the elevator, never once letting my hand go.
We were at the room, thirty floors up, when he finally dropped it.
“Holy shit,” he said as he took in the room.
“Holy shit,” I repeated. “Holy fuckin’ shit.”
The room was…awesome.
The best thing I’d ever been in in my entire life, and that was saying something because my parents didn’t skimp when it came to hotel rooms.
I’d also stayed in quite a few over my life.
This one was, by far, the best one I’d ever been inside of, flat out.
“This is great,” he muttered, his eyes zeroing in on the bed.
But that was only a small, minute part of the splendor that was the room.
Three sides of the room were ceiling to floor glass, and there was one hell of a view of the Las Vegas strip. Hell, even the bathroom was encased in all glass, albeit frosted for privacy reasons.
Then there was the bed, which was centered in the middle of the room.
It was covered in bright, blood red sheets that looked to be silk. And the duvet cover was also bright red, though it didn’t look to be silk, but something just as soft.
The bed was decorated with rose petals, and there was a chilling bottle of champagne, along with a ‘congratulations’ note.