I grab my suitcase stuffed with goodies and climb the stairs, with Jobi in tow carrying the rest of my luggage. My eyes focus on Beck’s beautiful yet stern face, and I smile.
“Hello, darling. How are you?” Charm usually works.
His tight lips relax as he looks at me with questions I can’t decipher. “I’m good.” His eyes dart over to Jobi. “I’ll take those. Thank you, Jobi.” They do a weird handshake I’m not even going to ask about.
He waves his hand to the front door. “After you, love.” His deep baritone voice does things to me that shouldn’t be legal, especially the way he accents the word love.
The door shuts behind me with a click. His voice hits me from behind with increased volume. “No, I am not your boyfriend. I’m on a mission, and I have a job to do. This isn’t an all-inclusive holiday. I know you’re new at this but do try to keep up. I’m not even sure why Neil sent you.”
I whip around and my face and ears grow warm. “Screw you. If you think for one minute, I’m going to take your bullshit, you can guess again. I thought if my cover was your girlfriend, us being close wouldn’t be questioned.” I step closer and crane my neck up so I’m about a foot from his face. He is so hot, and I am so screwed. “This job is very serious for me. Despite what you think, I’m here to help in any way I can. I know I’m new to this and I have a lot to learn, but you don’t have all the answers either. By the way, there’s no I in we because we are on a mission. Now, where’s the bathroom? It’s been a long trip.”
His eyes widened minutely. “The restroom is down the hall, third door on the left. We have a dinner engagement with Wafiq and his girlfriend in a half hour. Dress appropriately. And for the record, I didn’t ask for backup. I work alone, that means without a partner.”
After his directions, I turn down the hall and flip him the bird over my shoulder, hoping he’s watching my ass.