she peeked at him from under her lashes. He looked angry. Did he get pissed when the valet assumed she was his wife? Well, too damn bad. He’d get over it. God forbid anyone should assume the manwhore settled down.
At least her ire let her breathe through the panic pushing at her. She’d been surprised how easy it had been to talk to Mike, but then she’d been wrapped up in Dimitri’s arms. He made her panic fall away.
Instead of letting her go, he pulled her into his side, his arm around her, his hand gripping her hip tightly. Tight enough there might be a bruise in the morning, but she didn’t care. She enjoyed his touch.
The hotel was as gorgeous inside as it was outside. She leaned against Dimitri and absorbed the room made to look more like a parlor than a hotel lobby. She loved the simple charm of the space.
The circular staircase called to her, but that was out of the question. Dimitri would never make it up the stairs, and she wouldn’t ask him to try. Man, it would be fun to go up it, though. She’d loved them ever since she watched Casper with Christina Ricci when she was a little girl.
She paid no attention to Dimitri as he talked to the front desk attendant. The girl was fluttering her eyelashes like mad, and Becca tried not to smirk. If she only knew Dimitri would eat her up and spit her out in the morning, she might not look like a blinking fool. How many women had gone into a relationship with him thinking they’d be the one to change him? To make him want to keep them?
Women were blind when it came to Dimitri Kincaid.
Sometimes even she was. Just look where she was presently standing, despite her fear.
He tugged at her, and she looked up. “Ready?”
“Yeah. Did you ask them to send all the boxes up to the room?”
He nodded, and they started walking toward the elevator. “We’re on the top floor with a balcony we can sit on and look out over the city. I thought you’d like that, since there’s probably no way I’m getting you out sightseeing.”
She burst out laughing at his disappointed tone. “You’ll be dead to the world tomorrow. Don’t go pouting about sightseeing when I know you’ll sleep the day away.”
“My nap refreshed me.” The elevator opened, and he pulled her in. “You still good?”
“Yes.” She let herself lean against him, breathing him in.
“Good. Maybe you won’t be pissed at me when we get to the room.”
Becca tilted her head to look up. “Why would I be pissed about the room?”
The elevator dinged open, and he pulled her out, refusing to answer. Their room was at the very end of the hall, and when he opened the door, she saw exactly why he thought she’d be pissed.
It was a suite. She’d booked him a king suite, but when he said he’d gotten a double, she assumed he’d downgraded. What he knew she’d be mad about was the fact that one big bed stood beyond the front room.
A single king bed.
Chapter Six
He was out of his fucking mind! Becca refused to move, even when he tried to push her into the room. How dare he? He’d promised her own bed. She turned on him, fury blazing, her finger stabbing him in the chest.
“What the hell, Dimitri? What happened to a queen room?”
“I tried to get one, I swear I did, but they didn’t have one. They said if one became available, they’d hold it for me, but the place is booked, Becca. There are no other rooms.”
“Then I’m finding another fucking hotel!”
She turned and stalked into the room, ignoring everything, and headed straight for the bathroom.
“There are no other fucking hotels,” he shouted through the door. “Stop acting like a two-year-old. It’s not like I’m going to fuck you.”
Her head dropped, hitting the door. What the hell was she going to do?
Dimitri stared at the closed door, aggravated with both Becca and himself. He knew she was going to go ballistic when she found out he’d lied, but he really had tried. It wasn’t his fault this place was booked, as well as every other fucking hotel within five miles. It was the book signing and some other convention in town. At least that was what the front desk told him when he called this morning.
The knock at the door brought him up short. He’d been about to barge