Richard

“Did you double-check that there are two beds in the suite?” Maya questions again.

“Yes. For the tenth time, yes,” I say in frustration. “What is your fixation with the number of beds?”

“I’ve read too many romance novels,” she mutters under her breath.

“What?” I ask her confused.

“Nothing. But really, how could there be no extra rooms?”

“It’s a popular hotel,” I inform her. She nods.

She looks beautiful today. She’s in a yellow dress that stops above her thighs with ankle boots and sunglasses. She looks like she’s going on vacation. It’s cute. Her hair is in a ponytail and her doe-shaped eyes are gleaming with excitement.

“Still can’t believe you have a private jet,” she states, looking around the jet.

“I rented it. I thought mine was a little too big for just the two of us.”

“Don’t they only hold up to like, 20…