Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“Do you have a reservation?”
“No,” I reply.
She hums, wrinkling her nose. “Well, with it being the day before Thanksgiving and so many flights canceled, we only have one room left. However, it is a suite.”
I glance at Harper, who shrugs.
“We’ll take it.” I nod and pass her my credit card, just as Harper offers her credit card as well. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this.”
“No way—”
“You can buy dinner,” I tell her, and she frowns at me as I get the room squared away with the nice receptionist.
On the way up to the room in the elevator, I glance down at the woman beside me. She’s worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.
“I’ll take the couch,” I inform her. “Just laying that all out there now so there’s no awkwardness later.”
“You’re super tall,” she reminds me, and then her eyes skim over my chest and shoulders. “And … broad. I should probably take the couch.”
“Let’s see the room before we make any decisions,” I suggest as the elevator comes to a stop, and we walk out onto our floor.
Our suite is at the end of the hallway. I open the door, and Harper slides past me, pulling her suitcase behind her.
“Well then.” She whistles and looks around the spacious space. “Big room.”
A couch and chair are arranged in front of a television, and the dining room table along one wall sits six.
Through a doorway is the bedroom with a king bed, and the bathroom is big enough for a soaking tub and a standing shower that would easily accommodate both of us.
I’m not going to lie. I’d love to fuck her in that shower.
“I’ll fit on that couch,” I inform her, although I sincerely hope that by the time it’s time for bed, I’ll be in the king with her.
Harper is gorgeous, smart, and completely fuckable.
And I’ve recently had a dry streak when it comes to sex.
I don’t do relationships. Ever. My schedule is too messy, and I’m married to the hospital. No woman should feel like she’s secondary to anything, especially a job, and that is unapologetically my priority in life.
But I have casual sex down to a science.
“Are you hungry?” she asks, and I lift an eyebrow.
Harper rolls her eyes, making me laugh.
“For dinner, Romeo. I didn’t grab anything before the flight. There’s a restaurant downstairs.”
“Then we’d best go get some dinner,” I reply with a nod.
“Hold that thought.” She raises a finger and pulls her phone out of her pocket. “I have to let Ava know that I won’t be in tonight.”
I nod and give her privacy. I use the bathroom and freshen up from the flight. When I return to the living room, she’s just finishing her call.
“I know, it sucks, but I can’t control the weather, you know. Yeah, I’m safe.” She turns and looks at me and bites that plump lip again. “I promise I’ll keep you posted. I don’t have a return ticket, remember? You’ll get plenty of time with me. Jesus, Ava, you’re fucking needy.”
That makes me chuckle, and Harper smiles back at me.
Fuck, that smile.
“Yeah, yeah, love and blah, blah.” I lift an eyebrow, and she rolls her eyes. “Yes. Yes. No. Okay, Mom, eat some turkey for me. I’ll be there as soon as I can, clingy girl. Okay, bye.”
She lets out a gusty exhale, closes her eyes, and shakes her head.
“That girl needs a boyfriend. Hold on, I’m going to wash my hands.”
She strides into the bathroom, and I shove my hands in my pockets.
Jesus. I like her.
When she’s finished, we walk back down the hallway to the elevator.
“This place isn’t bad at all,” she says as we climb on the elevator, and I hit the button for the lobby.
“Do you stay in a lot of hotels?”
“Actually, yeah. I do.” She shrugs and leans back against the wall. “I’m a traveling nurse. I usually only stay in one place for about a month. Lots of hotels. Not all of them are awesome.”
“I bet they’re not.”
Traveling nurse. I’m intrigued. I can’t imagine being in a new place every month. That’s a lot of moving around.
“What made you decide to go the traveling route?” I ask after the hostess leads us to a table and leaves us with the menus.
Harper sighs and sips her water, eyeing me, and I can tell she’s trying to decide how much to tell me.
I’m a perfect stranger.
But I want to know everything I can find out about her in our short time together.
“I had a piece-of-shit ex who I needed to get away from.”
Fire.
Fire rolls through me at that admission, but she keeps talking, oblivious to the fact I’d like to hurt the idiot who made her feel that she had to run from him.
“That was two years ago.” She shrugs that shoulder again and looks down at the menu. “I like the job. And it’s not like I have anything permanent to get back to, so going where I’m needed is rewarding.”