Chad POV:
I was fuming.
One hour earlier:
"So how about we get a room since it's so late?" I asked, Amanda smiled flirtatiously, "I think that's a great idea."
I can't believe she booked her own room. Every signal she gave me told me she wanted me, so what gives? She's probably afraid of cheating. That's it. So why did she give me mixed signals?
I laid back with my arms folded under my head and sighed. There was a knock on the door and I got up to get it. I kicked my shoe out of the way and walked to the door, checking the prep hole. My eyes widened in surprise. I opened the door and there stood Amanda in her coat.
"Can I come in?" she asked, waving a bottle of champagne in one hand and two glasses in the other. I stepped aside and gestured for her to enter, "sure." I looked out
