Mixed up in March (Spring River Valley Book 3) (3 page)

“The whole naked thing really threw you, didn’t it?”

She covered her eyes with her hands. “God, yes.”

“Don’t sweat it. I don’t mind.”

“That I saw you naked?”

“Nope. Don’t mind. I’m not self-conscious.”

“Well, you have no reason to be. I mean, you’re…” She made some vague hand gestures that he guessed meant he had nothing to be ashamed of in the naked department.

“You’re the cutest shade of purple right now.” Jared turned on his thousand-watt smile. “To hell with the presentation. Want to go downstairs and get a drink or something?”

“Now? No, I…”

“Come on, you were going to yell at the front desk. I’ll go with you, we’ll raise some hell, and then we’ll grab a beer or something. We’re both off duty. No
business
talk tonight. Tomorrow, we can pretend we never met.”

She contemplated
the offer
for a second. “I’m wearing sweats.”

“You look great. Come on.”

“All right. One beer.”

“Lead the way, m’lady.” Jared held the door for Emerson and snuck a guilty glance at her backside as she strolled past him. She had a sexy walk, and that hair was like a mermaid’s, all wild and flowing. He wanted to wrap his hands in it. If this was fate, he owed the universe a great big wet kiss.

“It’s almost ten o’clock…do you have any idea where I’m supposed to stay if I don’t have a hotel room?” Emmy asked the concierge.

Mr. Valdez appeared at the man’s elbow looking contrite. “I’m so very sorry, Ms. Bartoli. We’ve called dozens of hotels in the area, and we can’t find any rooms in your price range.”

“And there’s nothing here at all? Anything?”

“We’re completely booked. Even our bridal suite is taken, our penthouse suite is booked, and our hospitality suites are in use. There is nothing.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“There is a room available at the Quality Inn in Weehawken,” the concierge offered.

Emerson stared at him. “New Jersey? There’s a room available in
New Jersey
?”

“The ferry can get you to—”

Jared intervened before Emmy’s head popped off completely. “You want her to take the ferry to a hotel room in another state?”

“It’s the absolute closest room I could find that meets Ms. Bartoli’s specified price range.”

“You gave away her room. You could pay the difference in the price.”

Mr. Valdez looked shocked. “We can’t do that, sir. The price differences are too high. I’ve only been able to find premium rooms available at almost double the cost of the one Ms. Bartoli booked here.”

“My company won’t reimburse me for twice the cost of the room,” Emmy said. This was becoming a nightmare. She had visions of spending the night on a park bench. There had to be other hotels available, but would they be any place she’d feel safe staying? She thought of calling her boss, but how incompetent would she look if she confessed she’d lost her hotel room by accident and had no place to stay?

“We will keep searching, miss. I promise I will not rest until I find you a place to spend the night.” Mr. Valdez did seem genuinely concerned, but what more could he do? By the time they found her a room somewhere and she got all her stuff settled, half the night would be gone.

“We’ll be in the bar for a bit,” Jared told Valdez. “Look for us there when you have something.”

“I will do that, sir.”

Jared led her gently away from the concierge desk and into the hotel bar where dim lights and low music soothed her anxiety a bit. He picked a table for them and ordered two light beers.

“I can’t believe it’s ten o’clock, and I still don’t have a room. This is ridiculous.”

“It is. It’ll work out. Give them a little more time.”

Emmy sipped her beer and studied the man across the table. She tried to concentrate on his face rather than on memories of the view she’d gotten earlier in the evening. He was cute…no maybe he qualified as classically handsome. Reddish undertones
highlighted his
dark blond
hair. Green flecks rimmed his
hazel
eyes, and one corner of his upper lip curved in a sexy half-smile. Earlier, she’d convinced herself he was gay so taking a bath in his tub didn’t seem quite so weird, but now she hoped for the opposite. He lived one town over from her…and here they’d had to come all the way to New York City to meet.

“How long have you worked for DenMar?” she asked, hoping to distract herself from unbusinesslike thoughts.

“About two years. The TCL account is my biggest project, so I’m hoping to impress you.” He winked, and she had to wonder if this was his idea of talking business.

“And you live in Spring River Valley…?” Lame question. Could he tell she was fishing?

“In the apartments on Jackson. Do you know them?”

“I think I’ve passed them. You live alone?”
Please don’t have a
girlfriend. Or
a boyfriend.

“I have a roommate
,
Max
.
H
e’s a photographer.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t see him much these days. He just started dating a nurse from the hospital, so he’s at her place all the time now.”

“Oh.”
Not dating his roommate. Awesome!

“I guess that leaves the place free for you and your…significant other.”
Fishing, Emmy. He knows you’re fishing.

“I’m single right now. How about you?”

“I just broke up with someone…well, six months ago.”

“So you live alone?”

“I have a cat.”
Oh, man. That sounds awful. Might as well have said I have a hundred cats and they talk to me.

“Cats are nice. They’re very…neat.”

“You’re very neat. I noticed you kept the hotel room very…tidy.”

“Yeah. Well, I live with a slob. Max is…like…I don’t know. He was raised by wolves. I got used to cleaning everything up. He calls
me
the freak.”

Don’t tell him you’re a slob, Emmy.
“I’m a—I try to be neat.”
Wow. Crashing and burning.
It had been so long since she’d cared to impress a guy, she’d forgotten how.
Don’t tell him you try to be neat. Tell him you’re a tiger in the sack. Tell him he’s hot. Tell him you’d like another full Monty view if he’s up for it.
“I think I need another beer.”

Jared ordered them two more beers, and by the end of the second bottle Emmy had loosened up a bit more. They were laughing and joking around when Mr. Valdez appeared, looking like his necktie was a little too tight.

“Ms. Bartoli, I was able to find you a room.”

For some reason, she’d thought that news would have made her happier. “Oh?”

“Unfortunately, it’s across town. I will arrange a cab service to take you to the hotel, and of course, I will cover the cost of your transportation.”

“All the way across town?” The morning commute to the Convention Center would be hell, but what choice did she have? “And it’s in my price range?”

“Yes, a queen bed, no-smoking room, in a four-star establishment. I’ve reserved the room for two nights. I can send someone up to Mr. Barton’s room to help you with your luggage. And again, I’m so very sorry about this misunderstanding. I’ve prepared a voucher for your next stay in the city, and I hope to see you again soon. If there’s anything I can do for you at all while you are at the Expo, please call and ask for me personally.”

“Thank you…” Emmy glanced at Jared. He looked just as disappointed that their evening was coming to an end, but it was now almost midnight and she had to get some sleep. With a cab ride and check-in still ahead of her, she’d be lucky to be settled into bed by one thirty. “I should go get my things.”

Jared put money on the table and rose. “I’ll go with you. The least I can do is see you out.”

“Thanks.”

They rode the elevator in silence, stealing glances at one another, and he used his key card to let her in the room. He watched her check the buckles and clasps on her suitcase for a moment then crossed his arms over his chest. “Hey, I have an idea.”

“What?”

“Stay here.”

“What?” She tried not to giggle at the thought, but a jolt of electricity zinged through her at the idea of spending the whole night with Jared. “You mean here
w
ith you?”

“Nothing kinky, I swear. We can have them bring up a cot. You take the bed. What’s the big deal? We’re both adults. I’m meeting with you tomorrow. We could do the pitch over breakfast…before we go to the
C
onvention
C
enter and save ourselves some time. Why should you have to drag all your stuff across town just to come back here? The cab fare alone will blow your expense account, I bet.”

She nodded. “Yeah. True, but…share a room?”

“We’ve done it this long.”

“Nothing kinky?” Not that she minded a little kink.

“Nope. Just roommates.”

Ooh, the thought of not having to go back out in the damp, cold city air, and not having to drag her luggage through another lobby and…spending the night with a complete stranger? Did she dare? “Sure. Why not?”

“Great. You call Valdez, tell him to cancel your cab, and I’ll clear out a drawer for your stuff.”

Emmy picked up her phone and paused a second to watch Jared as he moved neatly folded underwear from one draw to another in the small bureau. She had to be out of her mind, agreeing to spend the night in a hotel room with a man she’d just met. But he was right. They were both adults, and they seemed to get along. She’d been on plenty of trips in college where she’d shared a room with another woman she’d never met before, how was this really any different?

The fact that she thought Jared Barton was incredibly sexy made it just a little bit different, but she could deal with that. She could ignore it for two days if she had to. She’d start right now. Tearing her gaze away from his jean-clad ass, she concentrated on calling Mr. Valdez. The manager was somewhat less than pleased at her polite refusal of the room he’d worked for almost six hours to find, but he’d get over it. It wasn’t her fault the clerk had put her in the wrong room.

“All done,” she said, hanging up the phone. “Housekeeping is sending up a cot, but I’ll sleep on it. The room is yours after all.”

“Well, now it’s yours too, so unpack and let’s get some sleep. I’ve got a big presentation tomorrow, and I have to impress my client.”

She grinned. “You already have.”

* * * *

They flipped a coin to see who would get the bed and who would get the cot and Jared lost, so he had to the take the bed, despite his repeated insistence that he didn’t mind sleeping on the cot. With the folding bed spread out, though, there was almost no space to walk in the room, so Emerson had to step over him and walk across the mattress to reach the cot. He gazed up at her as she hopped over him and tried not to focus on the shape of her legs encased in soft, heather gray yoga pants.

She laughed. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“Playing hopscotch on a queen-size bed?”

“Sharing a room with a stranger.”

“You throw bubble bath at people and
I’m
strange?”

“I appreciate you doing this. You have no idea how much I didn’t want to pack up and go across town.”

“You have no idea how much I didn’t want to see you go. This is the most fun I’ve had on a business trip, ever.” He pulled the blankets up and turned on his side to watch her as she settled into the cot. She didn’t look terribly comfortable, but she didn’t complain. “How’s the cot?”

“It’s…fine.”

“There’s plenty of room over here.”

“You said nothing kinky.” She eyed him from the cot.

“No kink. I’m just saying, the bed is big enough for two.”

“Are you inviting me over there?”

“If you want to come…over here, I mean.”

“Turn off the light, Jared. Let’s get some sleep.”

“Lights out.” He switched off the light, grateful the darkness would hide his wicked grin. He would have loved it if she joined him in the big bed, but he wasn’t going to push it. They had plenty of time to get to know each other, and he planned to
do
things nice and slow.

Emmy woke up exhausted. She hadn’t slept much, since part of her brain kept reminding her about the gorgeous guy sleeping just a few feet away from her. She’d studied his features in the dim light of the bedside clock and decided he was even better looking than she first thought. With his sensual mouth relaxed in sleep and his long dark lashes fanned out against his cheeks, he looked sexy and boyish at the same time. Was she out of her mind to be lying here in his hotel room watching him sleep? Would she have thought it was creepy if the situation were reversed?