It Wasn't Me - Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,17

She was barely even paying attention to me as she watched you pace behind me. It slipped out,” I muttered darkly under my breath.

Jonah chuckled as he pulled me even tighter. “That sounds great. What’s so special about it?”

“It has a jacuzzi tub, a great overhanging view of the strip, a private balcony roof entrance, complimentary, errrmmm, stuff.”

The complimentary ‘stuff’ was definitely intriguing seeing as she blushed a fiery red the moment that the words came out of her mouth.

Interesting.

“That sounds wonderful.” Jonah smiled at her.

That smile made both women wilt, even the one that was glaring daggers at me.

What in the hell did I ever do to her? Shit! I literally just walked in the door!

“Okay, we have you all set up. The card that you used to book the room is already on file. Do you want to use a new one for the room charges?” she asked.

Jonah whipped his wallet out so fast that it took me a long second to react.

And by the time that I had, the excited woman was already handing it back to him.

“Y’all are on the top floor!” she cheered. “Room 3001!”

With that, she practically presented us with our room keys. “Have a magical stay! And if you have any wedding photos, I’d love to see them!”

With that, Jonah guided me away.

“You told them we were getting married here?” he asked.

I shook my head and placed my hands on my face.

“No,” I said through my hands.

He snorted. “It was funny, don’t worry about it.”

It wasn’t funny.

It was awful.

I’d just lied, and karma was going to kick me in the ass, I just knew it.

Jonah led me to the elevator, never once letting my hand go.

We were at the room, thirty floors up, when he finally dropped it.

“Holy shit,” he said as he took in the room.

“Holy shit,” I repeated. “Holy fuckin’ shit.”

The room was…awesome.

The best thing I’d ever been in in my entire life, and that was saying something because my parents didn’t skimp when it came to hotel rooms.

I’d also stayed in quite a few over my life.

This one was, by far, the best one I’d ever been inside of, flat out.

“This is great,” he muttered, his eyes zeroing in on the bed.

But that was only a small, minute part of the splendor that was the room.

Three sides of the room were ceiling to floor glass, and there was one hell of a view of the Las Vegas strip. Hell, even the bathroom was encased in all glass, albeit frosted for privacy reasons.

Then there was the bed, which was centered in the middle of the room.

It was covered in bright, blood red sheets that looked to be silk. And the duvet cover was also bright red, though it didn’t look to be silk, but something just as soft.

The bed was decorated with rose petals, and there was a chilling bottle of champagne, along with a ‘congratulations’ note.

There were so many freakin’ pillows that there was no way in hell someone could sleep with that many.

There was a fully stocked bar with chocolate-covered strawberries sitting on it with another note that said ‘Congratulations.’

Then there was the final thing.

A rather large, circular ottoman type thing that was covered in faux fur. The perfect height and width for extracurricular activities.

There wasn’t even a television.

“This place is really awesome.” I shook my head. “I have no idea how the hell she managed to get me into this for the same price as the one I booked. The one that I booked was economy.”

He chuckled and dropped my hand, walking over to the bed.

There he whistled.

“What?” I asked.

He gestured to the bed where the champagne was chilling.

I walked up to his side and read the note, then got a better look at what was beside it.

“Ummm,” I said. “Does that say what I think it says?”

“This has to be what she was blushing about,” Jonah grinned.

It had to be. There was no other way anything could’ve made her blush that bad if it wasn’t this.

“A pleasure kit?” He picked it up and brought it to his face.

The kit itself was about the size of a shoe box.

When he took off the red ribbons holding it together, then removed the lid, he grinned wide.

“This is…something,” he said as he dumped the contents of the box onto the bed.

“A vibrator.” He held it up, still in plastic packaging. “Finger condoms. Lubrication. Warming gel. A cock ring. Edible panties. Oh, and anal beads.”

I choked. “Out of all of that,