Page 50 of The One I Need
Hazel: LOLOLOLOL. And you did it?
I tap away from the text into my photos, where Oliver already airdropped the photo to me. It really is a nice picture…
Izzy: Begrudgingly.
Hazel: Well, if you’re in a picture-taking mood, then we’re taking all of them this weekend. Remind me to buy Oliver a drink for opening that door for me.
Izzy: Oh I will…
“I can help who's next!”
I put my phone away and wheel my luggage over to the check-in desk. “Hi. Reservation under McCall.”
I slide my driver’s license and credit card to her, knowing the drill. “Ah, yes. Elizabeth McCall.”
“Your real name is Elizabeth?”
I whip my head around. “Shit, I thought you were still playing at the fountain.”
“I wasn’t playing,” Oliver says, holding up and waving his phone. “I was documenting.”
I shake my head. The man is so damn glass-half-full sometimes I wonder how he doesn’t spill over.
“Okay, Miss McCall. I have you in the Palace tower. One king bedroom.”
Did I just hear her right? “Did you say king room? And one bed?”
“Yes, ma’am,” she says. “That’s what I have the reservation under.”
How did this happen? I didn’t make the reservation; Jules handles all that for me.
“There has to be some sort of mistake,” I plead. “I need a room with two beds. Whatever size doesn’t matter to me. I just need there to be two of them.”
“What’s the matter?” Oliver leans down to whisper in my ear. “Can you not resist me if we’re in the same bed?”
I snap my head so hard to Oliver I think my hair smacks him in the face.
“You shush.”
I turn back to the attendant and do my best to keep calm, because it’s not her fault. I think. “Ma’am. Is there any way we can change rooms? I don’t care what tower or floor we’re on.”
“Let me check, but I honestly doubt it. Besides the convention your room is blocked under, we also have MagicCon happening,” she says. While she’s searching, I see Oliver out of the corner of my eye, who’s doing a shit job of holding in his delight.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you?”
Oliver tries to wipe the smile from his face, but he can’t. “I don’t know what’s better, you freaking out over the beds or knowing that we could be next door to a magician.”
I turn back to the attendant while wondering how much cash I have on hand to bribe her. “Is there anything?”
She shakes her head. “I’m sorry, ma’am. We’re all booked.”
“It will be fine,” Oliver says. “Is there a pullout couch?”
She shakes her head. “There is a couch, but it doesn’t extend. But if you need extra blankets or pillows, we’ll be happy to send them up.”
I let out a sigh of defeat, which also serves as a breath to calm myself down. I feel Oliver’s hands on my shoulders, which does relax me. Slightly.
“We’ll figure it out,” he says. “Look at it this way, now we can build a pillow fort so you don’t have the urge to seduce me in the middle of the night.”
