Page 103 of My Unhinged Alphas
He looks up when we walk in.
He looks at me. Then at Knox.
Then back at me.
And immediately gets the wrong idea.
His face changes into this knowing little smirk that makes me want to die on the spot.
“One room?” he asks.
Knox says, “Yes.”
I say, “No.”
The motel keeper lifts his brows. “Ah.”
Knox doesn’t even blink. “One room.”
I turn to him. “Why are you answering so fast?”
“Because we need a room.”
The motel keeper leans on the counter. “King bed okay?”
“No,” I say immediately.
“Yes,” Knox says at the exact same time.
The man’s smirk gets worse. “You two seem fun.”
“We’re not together,” I say.
The motel keeper looks at Knox. “That bad, huh?”
Knox reaches for his wallet. “Room.”
I am now actively considering death.
The man takes Knox’s card, still grinning. “Long night?”
“You have no idea,” I mutter.
He glances between us again. “Don’t worry. I mind my business. Cash works better for that, but cards are fine too.”
I make a strangled noise. “Oh my God.”
Knox, somehow, still sounds completely serious when he says, “Please stop talking.”
The keeper chuckles. “She’s got some fight in her.”
“Yes,” Knox says dryly. “I’ve noticed.”
That makes the man laugh outright while I stand there feeling my soul leave my body in installments. He slides a key across the counter. “Room twelve. Ice machine’s broken.”
“That sucks, I was really looking forward to the ice,” I say drily.
The guy just scratches the top of his head. Knox drags me away from the reception.
