Maggie Norris and Luke Vaudest come with attitudes of stone-cold, rude, sarcastic snakes. Every single time the pair have clashed, it has never ended up being a good thing. The two are more than fine with never crossing paths, again.
Until Maggie d...
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"Spending time with you is as precious as a diamond for me." — Unknown ————————————————————
Chapter 25 <—————————————>
Maggie
Luke cast me a side glance, casually bumping into my shoulder as we walked to our rooms. "We have a problem."
"I've had enough for the night. Try me again in the morning." I chuckled at myself, observing him over. "And, where's my keycard?"
He paused in front of a door, turning to face me. "Well..." A look of caution crossed his expression as pressed his palm to his neck. "That's kind of the problem."
He reached into his coat pocket, dangling a key at me. I blinked a couple of times to ensure that I hadn't just missed the second, but nope. It was only one.
One. Freaking. Key.
"They only had one room," he hesitated. "And..." His eyes fell from mine, a sigh following. "One bed."
My mouth fell. "No. Hell no."
"I knew I should have told you once were inside the room," he groaned under his breath. "Listen, it's a king bed and—"
"Is that supposed to make me feel better or something?" I hissed.
"I told them to bring us a shit load of pillows, okay? We can put them between us, and—"
I turned and walked away.
"Maggie Norris, don't you dare think you're taking your ass back to that car." His demand was just as stupid as he was if he thought I was staying.
"Watch me."
Luke's long legs caught up quickly, stopping in front of me. He held out two arms. "Stop it, damn it."
I pulled my clutch from my bra. "If you touch me, I swear to god, Luke. I'll blind your ass right here, right now."
He narrowed his eyes at my clutch, which my hand was digging in at the moment. They returned to mine with hesitation. "At least look at the room."
"I'm not looking at shit, but the front fucking door," I retorted. "Now move."
I tried to side-step him but he was one step ahead of me. Literally.
I scowled at him, and he matched it back with the same malice. A moment passed before he blew out a breath, straightened his back, and crossed his arms. "Fine," he put out with a sharp tone. "Take your smartass outside. The doors are locked, anyway."
Shit.
I put my hand out. "Give me the key. Now."
He smirked, training his eyes on my face. "Let's go see our room."
