I eyed him up and down and said, “I’d do you.”
It was comical as his mouth dropped open.
I giggled, then he narrowed his eyes, “Trouble.”
Then I looked at George and said, “Hi, I’m Cassie Skye. I made a reservation about a week ago.”
He nodded, then moved to check his computer, and then I watched as he winced.
“Sorry about this little darlin’. But I had to give your room to a family of four. They had two little ones who were in desperate need of a good night’s rest. The only other available room I have is number fourteen.”
Alec snapped, “You can’t put her in there. It’s like a fucking shoebox.”
I gasped, “Honestly, it’s fine. After the day I had, I’ll probably just go right to sleep.”
Alec shook his head, “No. You can’t. The bed in that room is like lying down on a bundle of poles.” Then he looked at George, “Have you fixed that yet?”
“Now, Alec.” George started.
Alec lifted a brow, “You haven’t, have you?”
George slapped the counter, “You know they don’t make beds small enough for that room.”
At his words, it was my turn to lift a brow, and he caught it.
Then he sighed, as he clicked around on his screen, “I refunded your reservation deposit. Sorry about that.”
Alec shook his head, “That was the least you could do.”
Then he looked down at me, “Care to take a chance?”
I lifted a brow, “Would there be a bed?”
He nodded.
“A hot shower?”
He nodded.
“Heat?”
He smirked, then he nodded.
Therefore, I nodded, “Let’s roll.”
He winked, then took my hand and led me out to his truck.
The snow was coming down in sheets now.
I smiled up at it as I climbed in.
He winked, then closed my door, and rounded the truck, then he got in too.
Within ten minutes, he turned right, and then he turned left into a parking lot.
Then I gasped, “No way.”
He looked at me as he parked in front of a little duplex.