Adrian’s POV
I was mere seconds away from jumping the desk to go fix ourselves our room.
We’ve remained standing in the lobby for close to ten minutes, just waiting for the girl to type slowly into her computer— while chewing like a bloody goat.
My irritation was tethering on dangerous levels.
Finally, she looked up. “Room 262,” she said flatly. “Elevator on your right.” She gestured with the mechanical precision of someone who had repeated the same line a thousand times. “Booking confirmed for one night.”
I swiped the key off her hands and headed straight for the elevator, my wife trailing close behind. We had spent enough time already.
My wife followed closely behind, her steps slow and hesitant. She must still be sulking about sharing a room with me tonight. I shook my head as the
