Page 94 of The Plus One Contract

He arches a brow, that faint amusement dancing in his eyes. “We’re not what?”

The desk clerk’s gaze flicks between us like she’s witnessing a lovers’ quarrel. Probably imagining I want more space while he’s all starry-eyed for quality time.

I want to explain:No, ma’am, this is a business deal, not a romantic getaway,but before I can, Nathan slides out his credit card with the same nonchalance as someone buying a coffee.

“We’ll take the suite,” he says, handing over the card.

“We what?” I screech under my breath, but it’s too late.

“Of course,” she coos, quickly running the card.

I gape at him. “You just paid four grand for two nights. For a bed and a couch.”

He pockets his card as if he just purchased a pack of gum. “You’re welcome.”

My eye twitches. “You could’ve at least asked me before selling a kidney. We could’ve tried… I don’t know, bribing the neighbors to room-swap or something.”

Nathan turns to me, eyes gleaming. “You coming, sweetheart?” he asks, loud enough for the clerk to catch. “Or do you plan on fighting me in front of our audience?”

My entire body bristles. “One bed, Calloway. One.”

His lips twitch. “Good thing I sleep like a rock then.”

Oh, for the love of everything holy. I snatch my small bag from the bellhop’s cart, ignoring the pitying grin on the clerk’s face, and march toward the elevators, determined to pretend that this is fine.

This is totally fine.

A honeymoon suite. With one bed. And a couch. On top of everything else that’s complicated about this weekend, it’s not like sharing close quarters with a man who single-handedly ignites my entire body is going to end badly, right?

I blow out a shaky breath, jabbing the elevator button harder than necessary. Yeah. It’s going to be great.

In the reflection of the elevator doors, I see Nathan step up behind me, expression faintly smug. I glare at his silhouette. If he dares to make any more jokes, I might commit homicide.

When the doors slide open, I shoot him a daggered look. He raises a brow, pressing a hand to the small of my back to guide me in. I stiffen at the flood of heat that always follows his touch. My mind leaps to the memory of that kiss, the brush of his mouth, the press of his body.

No, Sienna, do not dwell. Behave yourself.

As the doors close, I cross my arms, determined not to meet his gaze, but I can practically feel him smirking.

Lord have mercy on my restraint.

Thirty-Four

Nathan

Ilove seeing her sweat.

I love seeing that subtle flush of panic in her cheeks, the tight line of her mouth, the way she smooths nonexistent wrinkles from her clothes when she’s freaked out. Right now, watching Sienna fidget inside our honeymoon suite is more entertaining than I care to admit.

The moment we step through the door, her eyes lock on the king-sized bed dominating the other room, and I can practically see her blood pressure skyrocket. Never mind the massive windows overlooking the ocean or the sleek, modern décor. She has a single focus, and that’s on the bed. One. It’s huge, but it’s still just one. If she weren’t so mortified, I’d be tempted to tease her.

I drop my bag near the couch, rolling my shoulders to relieve the leftover tension from earlier. She’s eyeing that bed like it’s a bomb set to detonate in T minus ten seconds.

“I’ll take the couch,” I say finally, deciding to put her out of her misery. We do have to suit up and meet her family on the beach, after all. I don’t want to spend an hour with her hyperventilating about sleeping arrangements.

Sienna exhales so hard she nearly deflates. “Good idea.” Her spine loosens, relief washing over her features.

“What, worried you wouldn’t be able to resist me?”

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