Page 85 of Never With You
“Fine. Can we call them? See what they have available.”
“Hold on.” Nate stops Samorn before she picks up the phone. “This is ridiculous. You’re not going to stay twenty minutes off-site.”
“There’s no other option.” I lift my chin, taking the punches with grace. “This is my mistake. I’ll deal with it, even if that means going off-site.”
He drags a frustrated hand down his face then looks up at the ceiling. “I can’t believe I’m saying this,” he says under his breath like he’s not talking directly to me. His brown eyes meet mine. “You can stay in my room.”
“Nate, I can’t take your room. This is my fault.” Although, bonus points for offering. First, giving me the flight upgrade, and now, offering me his hotel room. It looks like he’s finally learned how to be a gentleman since the Egypt pyramid fiasco.
He shakes his head. “Nottakemy room.Shareit.”
The amount of blinking I do while I wrap my head around sharing a room with Nate Farnsworth could give me a world record.
“Absolutely not,” I say when I finally snap out of it.
“That’s what you said about the fake-dating thing, and here we are.”
“That was different. I had no other choice.”
“And you have so many choices right now?” I don’t appreciate the level of sarcasm in his voice. “Besides, it’s a villa. I’m sure there’s tons of room, and nobody will even bat an eye about us rooming together, because we’re dating. Optics, remember?”
I wish I could forget.
“I’ll figure something else out.”Anythingelse is better than rooming with Nate—tons of room or not.
“Instead of shooting down my ideas when I first suggest them, how about you just say, ‘Gee, Nate, thanks for solving all my problems’?”
“This doesn’t solve anything. It just creates more problems.”
“Fine.” He steps back, picks up his bag, slings it over his shoulder, and grabs his suitcase handle. “You seem to have everything under control here. So I’ll leave you to it. I’ll be in myroomif you need me. Let me know where you end up.”
He turns to leave.
Three seconds pass as I watch him walk out of the lobby.
My eyes drift to Samorn. She lifts her brows as if saying,He’s your last hope. You better not let him walk away.
I draw in a sharp breath.
“Nate!”
His footsteps pause, but he doesn’t turn around.
“Wait. I’m coming.”
Grabbing my bags, I run after him.
I just hope I don’t regret it.
* * *
A golf cartdrives us to our private villa. From the outside, it looks pretty big, which eases the doom in my chest.Only slightly. The bellhop swipes the key, opening the twelve-foot wooden door.
“After you.” Nate gestures for me to enter.
“It’s your room. You should go first.”
He rolls his eyes as he steps past me. “Not everything has to be a fight, Carly.”
