Book 1 || Finding Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 51

Her view.

"The hotel looks ..." Harry pauses and looks around the lobby of the hotel we just entered. "... Nice."
I cringe at his sentence. The hotel looks like a dump and I know it. The wallpaper is peeling and the floors are dirty and old. This isn't the place for a prince, and I'm not sure if I can stay here either.
"It's fine, you can say it's a dump. I can look for somewhere else if you want." I ask hopefully.
"It's fine." He shakes his head. "We won't die from a little shabbiness." He walks up to the front desk. "I'm here to check into the Presidential Suite."
"The what, monsieur?" The man behind the desk frowns slightly as he speaks in a heavily accented voice.
"My assistant here booked a suite?"
I bite my lower lip as Harry speaks to the front desk clerk. To be honest, I haven't paid much attention to what I've been clicking on when I made the reservation. It was in French and I didn't have time to look at a translator to make sense of what the website says.
"You made a reservation, right, Cassidy?" Harry questions me and I nod indignantly.
"Yes, for two rooms." I hand him the paper I printed out. He then reads it and hands it to the front desk clerk, who nods. They then speak rapidly in French, and I don't understand the conversation until Harry says 'merci.' I know that means 'thank you.'
"Merci beaucoup." I beam at the front desk clerk as Harry and I leave the lobby. I feel proud of my accent, even though that's one of only a couple of phrases I know in the language.
"Did we get a suite then?" I frown as I follow Harry to the elevator.
"No."
"Why do we have one key for two bedrooms?" I stare at the card in his hands.
"Because we have one bedroom."
"Oh no, did I get one room with two beds instead of two bedrooms?"
"No." He stops outside of the door and looks at me.
"What do you mean no?" I frown at him as he opens the bedroom door and my jaw drops as I look in the room and see the single bed. And it's not even a king.
"You need to go and tell them that we need another room." I gasp.
"They're booked for the weekend."
"They don't have one extra room?" I look at him and frown.
"No."
"What about another hotel?"
"The whole town is booked this weekend. There is some event."
"Oh." I bite my lower lip and look at the bed again. "What are we going to do?"
"We've shared a bed before, Cassidy. Tell me you're not scared of me?"
"Well, it's not like you're innocent."
"I'm the big bad wolf?" He grins, his teeth showing and making me shiver.
"You could be."
"Are you a piggy or a girl in a red hood?"
"Which one would be safer with you?" I whisper.
"Neither." His eyes laugh at me and he puts his bag down. "Come now, Cassidy. We're here to work. I won't touch you, if you do not wish me to."
"I don't wish or want you to touch me."
"That's fine then." He bows his head. "Should we go and look for some food? I'm feeling quite hungry."
"Sounds good to me." I reply as my stomach growls. "I'm really hungry."
"What would you like? Escargot? Frog legs? Caviar?"
"Um, a steak would do fine." I pause as I try to think of my French. "Le beouf?"
"Boeuf?" He smiles at me and I roll my eyes."
"You know what I mean. A big fat juicy steak." I grab the door handle and open it. "With pomme frites."
"Yes, Cassidy. I'll find you a nice piece of meat to chew on." His voice is light as he follows me and I look at him to see if he's teasing me. I try to ignore the excitement roaring in my stomach at the thought of sleeping in the same bed as him. It would be delicious and it would be hard to keep my hands off of him. I really hope that he doesn't sleep naked. Oh my God! What will I do if he sleeps in the nude? What if I feel him next to me? Will I be able to say no? I can still remember what it felt like the first time we made love. It was so passionate and intense. I can still remember what he feels like inside of me when I close my eyes and concentrate hard. I let out a small sigh as I realize that I'm in trouble.
"What's wrong?" Harry's hands caress my back and I freeze.
"Nothing. Why?"
"You look troubled."
"I'm fine."
"Good, good." He grabs my hand and escorts me through the lobby of the hotel.