Sweets - 𝘈 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺

73 - Fairmont

They arrived at the Fairmont about 25 minutes later where Chris took their bags out of the car and carried them both inside the electronic sliding doors that led to the lobby. Alexa followed close along side him as they walked up to the front desk.

"Good evening Sir, Madam," a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed young woman said from behind the desk, her short curled hair bouncing as she smiled widely. "My name is Melanie. How may I help you today?"

"Hi there, we have a reservation under Rupert Marold." Chris replied.

"Alrighty...Marold," the woman whispered to herself as she typed, "Gotcha right here, Mr. Marold. Presidential Suite, 2301."

"Yes, ma'am." Chris confirmed as she continued typing into her computer.

She slid two keycards over the counter toward Chris with a bright smile, "Alrighty. You're all checked in. I hope you have a pleasant stay with us, Mr. and Mrs. Marold."

Butterflies fluttered to life in Alexa's stomach at the woman's assumption about hers and Chris' relationship. Even if it was a different name, it still made Alexa gush.

"Thank you, Melanie," Chris said holding up the cards in thanks before slipping them into his pocket and turning to face the elevators. He reached out and made butterflies soar even faster through Alexa's insides when he laced his fingers with hers as they walked across the lobby.

Chris pressed the up call button at the elevator and Alexa could feel her neck heating up. She wanted to talk to Chris about that whole interaction, but she knew Melanie could still see them. So she waited. And waited. And waited.

Until a loud ding echoed through the space and the doors opened in front of them. They stepped inside the empty elevator and Chris reached over and pressed the 23rd floor button, the top floor.

Alexa felt like she was being overtaken by a whirlwind. Top floor. Presidential suite. Jesus.

As soon as the door closed in front of them, Alexa let out an embarrassing squeal, unable to express her feelings any other way, "Chris!"

"Yes?!" Chris said loudly in return with a laugh.

"First off. Presidential suite, Christopher?"

"I mean, why not?"

"Secondly, where'd you come up with Rupert Marold?"

"My third Great Grandfather," Chris replied with a smirk, "I'm not creative enough to make up a fake name when I stay places...Mrs. Marold."

Chris elbowed Alexa's side with a smirk. She could feel her cheeks burn faintly at the name again as the elevator slowed to a stop and the doors opened.

They walked down the short hall together to one of two doors, turning towards the one on the right. Chris took out a keycard and opened the door to their suite.

Alexa stepped inside, turning on the light, and was overwhelmed by the room in front of her, but she somehow managed to walk through the whole suite slowly, taking it all in.

Their suite was lined with floor to ceiling windows, showing off a beautiful view of the city, their own 23rd story room towering over most of the other buildings around them. They entered through a marble foyer, leading to a large living area and full dining room. To the right was a kitchenette, powder room, and luxurious looking bathroom.

The last space she entered was the large, spacious bedroom, one wall, again, made of floor to ceiling windows, looking out over the bright lights of the city.

"Beautiful." Chris said from the doorway behind her.

"Yeah, it is."

Chris was suddenly behind her, gently pushing her auburn hair over her other shoulder so he could kiss her neck. And that was when she realized he wasn't talking about the view.