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The guy’s face turned pink. “I’m not—I won’t be using the vibrating… function. Thanks, though.”
Once he’d paid for the room, I handed over the key and he finally left, head swivelling to try and take in more of the decorations on his way out. The moment he was gone, I huffed in exasperation and slumped back in my seat.
“Seriously, we are never this busy,” I told Brian. “So weird.”
“That guy was weird,” he said absently, frowning at the door. “Why was he asking so many questions?”
I shrugged. “Dunno. Some humans do seem to get the sense that something is a little different about this place when they come here. But kinda weird that so many of the guys you work with booked in tonight too, huh?”
That made Brian tear his gaze from the door to look at me, tilting his head to the side. “So many? Who else that I work with is here besides Frank and Beans?”
“Oh, sorry.” I laughed. “I forgot to mention it. High Lord Crossbody and the Rolling Rimmer got a room while you were grabbing dinner. It was nice to see them again.”
Brian flushed, slouching lower in his chair and scrubbing a hand over his face. “So that’s who I can, uh, hear down the other end of the motel.”
I gasped. “Right! You have super good hearing. Oh damn. What are they doing?” I asked in an eager whisper, leaning closer.
He cringed. “Just… having sex. Loudly. They’re, uh, they’re pretty… passionate.”
I sighed, sitting back and fiddling with my pendant. “Yeah, I know. I’m so jealous.”
“Hold on.” Brian’s head cocked. Then relief flooded his features. “Okay, Frank and Beans have started yodelling, which is drowning out the sex noises.”
I pouted. “Aw, man.”
Brian’s mouth twitched as he glanced at me. “Don’t think Harold will be having a good time.”
I burst out laughing, then shrugged and reached for my half-eaten coconut cream pie. “He shouldn’t have been a d-bag then. Shall we finish our pie?”
“Yeah.” Brian flashed me a brief grin that made my belly clench with desire. He leaned forward to grab one of the slices.
“Thank you again for this,” I told him. “This has already been way more fun than my shifts usually are. But you don’t have to stay. Seriously. And I’ll refund you for the room.”
“I’d like to stay.” He glanced at me from beneath his dark lashes. “If that’s okay.”
My belly flipped with breathless excitement. I nodded quickly. “Yes. Yeah. I’d like that.”
I couldn’t stop smiling. And unlike both of my dates with Clarence the Creep, I didn’t want this night to end.
Chapter 23
Temporary Suspension of The New Rule
Klaus
“Are you sure you don’t want to go?” I asked Brian at around five a.m. as I returned from the back room with two cups of coffee for us. “Do you have work today? You’re going to be so tired. You’re not wrestling tonight, are you?”
“No, I’m not performing tonight.” He smiled at me in thanks, holding back a yawn as he took his coffee. “Thank you. And no, I don’t want to go. Unless you want me to go?” he added uncertainly.
“I don’t want you to go.” After a moment’s hesitation, I swooped down and pressed a brief kiss to his cheek before returning to my chair behind the desk, my belly fluttering. He blushed, ducking his head to try and hide the smile tilting his lips.
He was definitely feeling far more comfortable around me now—more relaxed. I could sense it, his energy tired but calm and content.
And I was pretty sure I was half in love with him already, if I was being perfectly honest.
We’d had such a nice night together. While we’d eaten all the pie—well, he’d eaten all of it while I finished my coconut cream and cherry—I’d rambled about work, telling him about some of our regular customers here and the strangest guests we’d had.
Eventually, he’d started talking a little more himself. He’d told me he was the youngest of seven, which, as an only child, I simply couldn’t imagine. I wondered if that had something to do with him being so shy.
