Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 17: France

"Damn I'm hungry." Michael moans.

"We'll be at the hotel soon." I say looking out of the car window.

"I should have got something on the plane. I'm starving."

"You sound like a kid." I chuckle.

"So you're not hungry?" He asks raising an eyebrow."

"Not really."

"You don't have much of an appetite do you?" He asks, as his eyes quickly flicker up and down my body.

I give him a look.

"We've just landed in the South of France and all you can think about is food."

"No... Yeah I'm thinking about food, but the meeting too. Don't forget the meeting." He says sarcastically, and smiles.

I pull a face at him. The car pulls up outside the entrance to our hotel. We get out and the driver helps us with our luggage. We make our way inside and check in.

"Here are your keys for room 304 and 305. We hope you have a lovely stay." The receptionist smiles, looking at Michael the whole time she is speaking.

What is it with receptionists and Michael? She has quite a strong French accent, and looks naturally pretty.

"Thank you." He smiles at her, taking his room key. "Is there any where to eat around here?"

"There's a couple of nice restaurants down the street, or we do offer room service."

She said that last bit a little bit too... what's the word? Sexual... I raise my eyebrow.

"Thanks." Michael smirks. "I'll have to check that out, and see what I fancy."

Oh god. I'm so glad there are no customers behind us. The receptionist chuckles a little and grins. I clear my throat.

"Ok, thanks." I say taking my key from her.

She actually looks at me this time and shows a quick smile. Yes I am standing here too! I sigh and we both walk over to the elevator.

"She was nice." Michael smiles and looks back at her.

"Unprofessional."

"You sound jealous."

"Jealous?" I lower my eyebrows.

"Yeah." Michael laughs.

I roll my eyes as we both walk in to the elevator.

"I'm far from that. I just don't want you going over the top with room service... the money is coming out of mine and Marcus's business, don't forget that."

"I haven't actually thought about room service, I was just being friendly." Michael chuckles.

"Mmm. Is that what you call it?"

"I can't help it if she was flirting with me."

I give him a look and let out a quiet laugh. He smiles at me. We leave the elevator and walk down some corridors looking for our room numbers.

"Wanna go for some food after we've been in our rooms?" Michael asks me, as we both stop outside of our rooms.

"Uh... maybe. I thought you'd be ordering room service?" I give him a look.

"Not tonight." He laughs.

"I guess we can get something. I just need to shower and unpack some things."

"Ok, just knock on my door when you're ready."

I nod and show half a smile. We both unlock our rooms and walk in. This hotel is actually so beautiful. Marcus definitely done good! It's massive, and the view is amazing from my balcony.