Page 60 of Edward’s Bunny

The Bond

Edward

The laughter from the evening still echoed in my ears as we entered the Four Seasons Hotel. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had so much fun. Being carefree without responsibility was amazing and it helped me better understand Hayden’s desire just to spend time with his mate and step away from his position.

I scanned the softly lit lobby. It was grand and opulent, making me feel like I’d stepped into another world. I couldn't help but be impressed by the luxurious surroundings, even though I was accustomed to living in a palace, as Brian had called it.

We made our way to the front desk, where the staff greeted us with warm and welcoming smiles. I gave our names to the receptionist, who handed me our room keys after a few quick taps on her computer.

She motioned to the young bellhop. “You’re all set, Mr. Satchel. James here will be showing you to your room. I hope you enjoy your stay.” She turned to James. “Mr. Satchel is in the presidential suite.”

James gave a tilt of his head in acknowledgment. “Good evening, Mr. Satchel. Please allow me to take your bags,” the smartly dressed man said formally.

“Thank you, James,” I replied before turning toward Talon. “Talon, the front desk has your keys. It's late. We’re not going anywhere else tonight. We’ll see you in the morning.”

Talon bowed his head. “Yes, Sire. If you need anything, please call.”

I jerked a nod before placing my hand on Brian's lower back. “Lead the way, James.”

James guided us through the lavish lobby towards the elevators reserved for the most exclusive guests of the Four Seasons Hotel. The elevator doors were made of polished stainless steel, framed by intricate wooden paneling. As the doors opened, we were greeted by a surprisingly spacious and well-lit interior.

The elevator had floor-to-ceiling mirrors on one side, making the space appear even larger than it was. Soft, ambient music played in the background, creating a soothing atmosphere. The floor was covered in a plush, cream-colored carpet that felt like walking on clouds, while the walls were adorned with elegant artwork and tasteful lighting fixtures.

The control panel was located near the entrance, featuring large, touch-sensitive buttons that glowed with a gentle backlight. James pressed the button for the penthouse level, and the doors slid closed smoothly. The elevator ascended swiftly and silently, barely giving any indication of movement.

It didn’t take long for us to reach our floor. James held his hand out, gesturing for us to proceed while he held the door.

“It’s all the way down at the end, sir,” James said in a hushed tone.

I guided Brian down the soft carpeted floors that muffled our footsteps until we reached a pair of large wooden double doors.

James stepped forward. "Here we are, the Presidential Suite," he announced, inserting the key card into the slot and pushing the doors open with a flourish.

I heard Brian suck in his breath and he quickly stepped into the room. His eyes seemed to dance around the space, and I couldn’t stop my grin.

Immediately my eyes were drawn to the floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a stunning view of the city below. From this height you could see the Empire State Building in the distance, as well as the view of Central Park. It truly was a cityscape fit for magazines.

The room itself was spacious and inviting, featuring a plush sofa, a flat-screen TV, and a cozy fireplace. There was a dining area to the side that hosted a long walnut-colored table with eight matching chairs. On the other side was a large ornate bar.

Brian continued to explore, and I turned to James. “Thank you for everything. We’ve got it from here,” I said, holding out a tip.

James nodded his head and quickly took the bill. “Thank you, sir. If you require anything else, please let us know.”

“We will.”

I showed James out before searching for my wayward mate. I found him in the master bathroom shower. He looked back at me.

“This thing is huge,” he said, running up to me. “I can’t believe this place. Did you see the view?” he asked, walking out of the bathroom and toward the window.

I grinned and walked up behind him. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pulled him close to me. “I’m glad you like it.”

He peered up at me. “I love it. Only one thing can make this night better.

I smiled and hugged him tighter. “Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

Instead of the answering kiss I was expecting, Brian bit his lip, and I felt his nervous energy through our touch.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, releasing him and stepping back.

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