Entangled Affair
“Are you joking with me?”
Damien frowned at the single bed as well. His jaw tightened. “I requested two rooms.”
The manager of the resort, a woman in her forties with a constantly apologetic grin, grimaced. “It appears there was an error with the reservations, Mr. Sterling. Regrettably, we are completely booked for the weekend. This is the only available suite.”
Ava turned to Damien, arching a brow. “Well, Mr. Sterling, can’t you just buy another room?”