Page 48 of Billionaire's Fantasy
I know how disappointed I am that I hurt her, but I feel even worse about the potential friendship I broke between those two. Olivia did seem genuinely fond of her, and then I had to just go and break her trust.
Quietly, contemplatively, I join her at the reception desk.
We all watch as the receptionist places two key cards in front of us.
“I am sorry, but we had booked for three rooms,” Amber tells her.
The young woman whose tag reads, Alice, types into her computer before turning to us.
“I am sorry but that is incorrect. You booked two rooms.”
“No. I booked three.”
Alice types again before printing out a paper with all our check-in details.
True to Alice’s word, in stark lettering, the document shows that Amber did in fact book two rooms. A suite and a smaller room with two beds.
“What the freaking hell?” Amber says exasperated.
I decide to take charge of the situation. It’s not like I couldn’t pay for an extra room anyway.
“Alice, sorry about that, but we had a really long trip. Is there any way you can get us an extra room, please?”
“I wish I could help but we don’t have any other available rooms for this weekend. There was a skiing tournament yesterday and all rooms were fully booked weeks ago.”
I can sense Amber’s frustration going so I turn to Liv instead. “You two can take these two, I will check another hotel.”
“We are the only hotel for miles, sir. Plus it is already getting late. I would strongly advise against leaving the hotel tonight.”
What the actual fuck?
I try to weigh my other options but come up blank.
“Is there no single cancellation?” I ask. “I am not picky. I will take whatever you have.”
“I am really sorry, but we are fully booked. I don’t have any other rooms available.”
I drop my bag on the floor and begin pacing.
This is not looking good.
I am hungry and sleepy and grumpy.
“What if…” Olivia’s voice breaks the tension. “What if Amber and Itake the room with two beds? We can share that, and you can take the suite.“ She points at me.
I am not going to lie, that idea had passed my mind, but I was honestly to chicken to actually voice it.
Amber runs her hands together. “That could work.”
“I don’t want to inconve—“ Olivia starts but Amber cuts her off mid-sentence.
“It is not an inconvenience at all, Olivia. This was an oversight on my part, after all.”
“Do you really not mind?” I ask her.
“No. It is okay,” she confirms.
“Okay then.”
