Page 16 of Tan Lines & Trouble
I can tell she wants to say something back, but she doesn't. The blue-haired hottie's lack of reply only makes me want to push her more. "Tell me, are you always this uptight?"
"I would hardly call being upset that your vacation has been waylaid by a stranger uptight." She jabs at the elevator call button as though it's personally offended her. Most likely, she's imagining it's my face.
"Well, I’d love to say we could agree to disagree, but I can practically see the stick up your ass.”
"Thank you so much for that charming observation," she hisses as we step off the elevator. I trail behind her, content to take in the view as she marches toward the front desk. Bitchy or not she’s got a killer backside.
"How can I help you?" the woman working the desk asks, her eyes still on her computer screen.
"We need another room. Somehow, you've double booked us into the same suite."
The clerk jerks her gaze to us, wide-eyed. "Let me see." She tap-tap-taps on her keyboard, humming under her breath. "Your room number?"
My angry blue-haired companion rattles off our number, tapping her foot impatiently while we wait.
"Well, I'm not sure what to say since your names are both listed on the reservation."
"Excuse me, but what did you just say?"
"Well, I guess that's assuming that you're Blue Anderson?"
My companion nods and I snort. "Your name is Blue?"
She glares. "What of it?"
"It's just...fitting?"
"Oh, fuck off."
The desk clerk is trying desperately to hide her grin. "And are you Griffin Murphy?" she asks me.
"In the flesh." I toss a wink Blue's way and I swear to God, actual steam pours from her ears.
"How is this possible?" she shouts, her anger at the situation getting the better of her. "Do you have any other rooms available?"
"I'm so sorry we're full."
Blue is about two seconds away from a full-blown meltdown, and the poor clerk looks ready to call security.
At risk of losing a limb, I wrap an arm around her waist, thank the employee, and guide her back to the elevator. "Just chill. Breathe. We'll make it work, okay?"
"No-kay!" she cries, blending the words together into one.
“Blue, baby doll, calm your tits, yeah? It's a huge suite. There's room for both of us."
She sniffles and steps into the elevator car. "Okay...fine. We need ground rules though.
I follow her in and press the button for our floor, and as the doors close, I whisper, "But rules are meant to be broken."
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Blue
Idon't speak again until we're in...ourroom, content to let Griffin think I didn't hear his little quip. But the second the suite door shuts behind us, I'm on him. "Rules arenotmeant to be broken. At least, not these."
His full lips tilt up in that infuriating grin of his. "Uptight," he sings-songs, drawing out the word.
"Has anyone ever told you you're an asshole?"
