My Life as Duke Starr's Assistant

My Life as Duke Starr's Assistant...[Part 11]

"So...do you want the couch or should I take it?" I asked, knowing what Duke's answer would be.

We had checked out of our last hotel and managed to sneak out early in the morning to the new one. Now we were in our new hotel room, which was a lot nicer than the other. Except for the fact that there was only one bed.

"You can have the bed," he said to me. I raised my eyebrows, surprise washing over me.

"Seriously?" I asked, dropping my suitcase on the ground.

"Why do you sound so surprised?" he asked me, opening his own bag and pulling out some clothes for the day.

"I just expected you to automatically want the bed because you're--" I trailed off, deciding not to finish the sentence.

"I'm not going to make you sleep on the couch. Look how skinny you are. You won't be able to move, that's how sore you'll be," he told me. I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I'm not that skinny..." I muttered to myself. "Well what about you?" I asked him.

"What about me?" he replied, pulling his shirt off over his head. I glanced away. I still wasn't completely used to him being shirtless in front of me.

"Won't you be sore after sleeping on the couch?" I asked.

"I'll be fine," he said to me, pulling a black t-shirt on.

"How many black t-shirts do you have?" I asked.

"A ton. It's my favorite color," he replied. I rolled my eyes at him.

"I bet you think you're so bad ass because of that," I said.

"Is that really any way to treat someone who's letting you take the bed?" he asked me, raising his eyebrows knowingly.

"Well, I don't want you to sleep on the couch," I said to him.

"Then what's your plan?" he asked me, pulling out a pair of white Puma shoes.

"How about we alternate. I'll sleep on the couch one night and then on the bed another," I suggested. He looked at me.

"Fine. Deal," he agreed.

"Let's see what this pull out bed looks like," I said, pulling the pillows off the couch and tossing them onto the bed. We took the couch cushions out and then pulled the bed out together. Once it was set on the ground, we stood back to look at it.

"Shit," Duke said. I nodded in agreement. It was very small.

"Neither of us is going to fit on that," I said.

"It's like, designed for a little kid," he said. I climbed onto it and laid down with my head all the way at the back of the couch. My legs hung off the bed, my knees at the edge.

"This fails," I said, sitting up.

"Now what?" he asked.

"I actually think this would work better if we slept on it horizontally," I said, shifting my position. Now, my shins and feet were only dangling off the edge.

"I'm taller than you, though," he said.

"I'll sleep on the couch, then," I said. He frowned and pursed his lips. "Duke, it's fine. I'll deal," I assured him.

"You won't be much help to me if you can't walk," he said. "That thing will for sure throw out your back," he said.

"Well the only other thing to do would be sleep in the same bed and there is no way in hell that that's happening," I told him, standing up and rubbing my butt. He was right; the bed was really hard.