Love Has a Color

The Ho-towel

The hotel is gorgeous. The convention is being held here, so everything is decorated with welcome signs and pretty balloons. Everyone who is attending will be staying here, so there are a bunch of people in fancy outfits shuffling through the building. Again, I look way underdressed. Although, in my defense, who the hell travels in a suit?!

I wheel my little bags into the lobby behind Asher, and stop in the middle to stare, awestruck, at the fixtures around us. Something about everything being white and gold just screams regal to me. I busy myself looking at an enormous fish tank, and become engrossed with one tiny fish. Eventually I notice the sound of what I know to be Asher's voice, yelling at someone. I turn around to see him stomping away from the check in desk, evidently displeased by that interaction.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"The convention asked that the rooms be booked by law firm. So, I booked us each a room, Indigo and Associates and Black and Sons. Two separate entities, two separate rooms. Apparently, they thought that even though I asked for two rooms, and that there are two of us, since we've merged companies we should merge rooms as well. They refuse to give me another room and they refuse to give me a refund. We can pay for the whole weekend and just stay at another hotel, or we can just share the room. I am beyond pissed off right now."

"Are you serious?" No, no! I cannot share a room with him. It's not like I don't want to, but I can't. Now where am I supposed to go when I'm having a mental breakdown over him? I can't just go to my room, because I'd be going to his room. This means no breaks from him, no breathing room, and he's going to see my messy hair in the morning. Oh God this is bad. How is a girl supposed to ignore her feelings for a guy when he's just there every second?

"Of course I'm serious, if I weren't we'd both be in our own rooms right now. But, clearly, we're still standing in the damn lobby," he seethes.

"Well, what do you want to do?" I don't know what response I want from him. On one hand, I want him to say no because that means I have a break from being in his presence every night. Then again, I'll kind of feel bad if he says no. That will mean he doesn't want to share a room with me. I want him to want to be around me, not feel enraged at the thought of sleeping in the same room as me for a few nights.

"I don't mind sharing, I just don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"I'm fine with it. Are there two beds, at least?" Am I fine? I don't really know how to feel right now, but distraught comes to mind.

Asher nearly smiles and shakes his head. "For her job's sake, I hope so."

We finally make it to the room and I am even more amazed than I was in the lobby. "Wow, this place really knows how to decorate," I comment as I claim the bed near the window.

"What if I wanted that bed?" Asher asks. He drops his bags neatly by the foot of his bed and leans against the wall, hands in his pockets.

I shrug my shoulders and flop onto my back before crossing my arms. "Too bad, ya snooze ya lose."

He laughs and heads over to the lounge area of the room. It really is beautiful in here, and far bigger than I expected. If I didn't hear the woman tell us otherwise I would think this were a special suite. Asher takes a seat on the little couch and pulls his phone out, groaning as it rings. He reads the text and turns over to look at me. "Did you know about the welcome dinner tonight?" The welcome what? I shake my head in response. "Well, apparently they're having a dinner downstairs tonight. I didn't pay attention to the itinerary for today since we were traveling. Are you up for a fancy dinner party, Miss Indigo?"

Oh yes, because nothing bad has happened to me at the last twelve I've gone to. "Obviously." For once I'm grateful for my just-in-case overpacking technique. I just bought the cutest dress and had to bring it with me. Gotta wear it somewhere, right?