Jackson signaled for the waiter. "I'll take care of the bill," he said, sliding his credit card across the counter.
"Very generous," Natalia commented, leaning against the bar and watching him bemusedly.
He shrugged.
Once the bill was settled, they made their way to the reception desk. Jackson approached the receptionist, who looked up with a professional smile.
"Good evening, sir. How can I assist you?"
"I'd like to book one of your luxurious suites for tonight," Jackson said smoothly.
The receptionist's fingers danced across the keyboard. "Of course, sir. May I see your ID?"
Jackson handed over his driver's license, and within moments, he was handed a sleek key card.
"Your suite is on the top floor," the receptionist said. "Enjoy your stay."
"Oh, we will," Natalia purred.
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