help. “This seems like a very nice resort.”
The receptionist stared at him warily, guessing instinctively that Adam was about to spring something big on him. “Thank you, sir.”
“And I’m sure, that at a place of this caliber, you have a presidential suite that you always keep unoccupied for sudden celebrity visitors.”
“Err….” The man stared at Adam slightly bug-eyed. He couldn’t deny that fact, but this wasn’t a solution. “I’m so sorry sir,” he said finally, “I don’t have the authority to allow regular guests to stay there. I’m afraid one of you will have to move to another hotel for a few days, I can call and arrange for everything.”
Lea glared at the man, looking like she was caught between tears and rage. She was about to say something, when Adam pulled out his wallet and removed his press ID card. He never did this unless it was an emergency, but he hated to see Lea so upset. She was probably thinking she wouldn’t be able to enjoy the wedding.
He slid the card across the counter to the receptionist. “As you can see, I report for World News Wire . And I’d hate to do a negative story on this gorgeous resort, I can only imagine how that’d hurt your business.”
Poor Harold went quite pale, started to say something, and then grew quiet again. Adam held his breath, hoping this would work.
Finally Harold said, “Ok. You can stay in the Presidential Suite for these next few nights and Miss Wilson can keep the smaller room. I really do apologize for this mess, and I do hope you’ll have only good things to say about us in your report.”
“Of course.” Adam gave him a bright , confident smile, trying not to show how relieved he felt. Beside him, Lea was giving him a funny look. Well, at least she no longer looked so upset.
As Adam took back his card, Harold said, “Oh, we’d also like to offer you a voucher to our new Skyfalls restaurant – dinner for two, on the house.”
“Thank you very much,” said Adam politely, and headed off with Lea before Harold could change his mind.
As soon as they turned the corner and were out of Harold’s earshot, Lea started giggling and punched his arm playfully. “You skunk!” she said, “You almost gave that guy a heart attack when you showed him your card!”
Adam clutched at his arm where Lea had punched him and groaned in mock pain. “Beating up a cripple,” he moaned, “Oh, the cruelty!”
Lea burst into fresh giggles, and hugged him impulsively. She was soft and smelled like the morning dew, and he wanted to grab her tight and never let her go. But instead he stood there helplessly, with what he knew was a silly smile.
“Thank you,” she said softly, as she let go of him. “That was amazing.”
“It’s nothing,” he shrugged. He wanted to grab her close and kiss her, but instead he found himself saying, “You can have the suite.”
He wanted to kick himself as soon as he said that. Lea was staring at him, wide-eyed with surprise, and he wondered if his offer sounded too desperate. What’d he have to do that for, anyway? He could use a few nights’ stay in a fancy presidential suite.
“Are you sure?”
“Oh, absolutely.”
“No, you should have it. You’re the one who did all the smooth-talking.” Lea started to giggle again, and Adam felt strangely pleased.
“No, you can - ”
Adam stopped himself abruptly and stared at Lea. This was getting ridiculous. “Ok, fine,” he said, “Let’s go have a look. Maybe it’s a horribly gaudy place and it’ll offend your, you know, sophisticated sense of style or something.”
He waved his arms in the air, trying to depict a “sophisticated sense of style,” and Lea laughed.
“Ok fine, let’s have a look. I’ve never actually been in a presidential suite.”
“Really? I thought you were the rich kid.”
“Nah. My dad was rich, but he was also strict, and he wanted us to grow up ‘normal’.” Her voice dropped a bit and she said, “Fat lot
The receptionist stared at him warily, guessing instinctively that Adam was about to spring something big on him. “Thank you, sir.”
“And I’m sure, that at a place of this caliber, you have a presidential suite that you always keep unoccupied for sudden celebrity visitors.”
“Err….” The man stared at Adam slightly bug-eyed. He couldn’t deny that fact, but this wasn’t a solution. “I’m so sorry sir,” he said finally, “I don’t have the authority to allow regular guests to stay there. I’m afraid one of you will have to move to another hotel for a few days, I can call and arrange for everything.”
Lea glared at the man, looking like she was caught between tears and rage. She was about to say something, when Adam pulled out his wallet and removed his press ID card. He never did this unless it was an emergency, but he hated to see Lea so upset. She was probably thinking she wouldn’t be able to enjoy the wedding.
He slid the card across the counter to the receptionist. “As you can see, I report for World News Wire . And I’d hate to do a negative story on this gorgeous resort, I can only imagine how that’d hurt your business.”
Poor Harold went quite pale, started to say something, and then grew quiet again. Adam held his breath, hoping this would work.
Finally Harold said, “Ok. You can stay in the Presidential Suite for these next few nights and Miss Wilson can keep the smaller room. I really do apologize for this mess, and I do hope you’ll have only good things to say about us in your report.”
“Of course.” Adam gave him a bright , confident smile, trying not to show how relieved he felt. Beside him, Lea was giving him a funny look. Well, at least she no longer looked so upset.
As Adam took back his card, Harold said, “Oh, we’d also like to offer you a voucher to our new Skyfalls restaurant – dinner for two, on the house.”
“Thank you very much,” said Adam politely, and headed off with Lea before Harold could change his mind.
As soon as they turned the corner and were out of Harold’s earshot, Lea started giggling and punched his arm playfully. “You skunk!” she said, “You almost gave that guy a heart attack when you showed him your card!”
Adam clutched at his arm where Lea had punched him and groaned in mock pain. “Beating up a cripple,” he moaned, “Oh, the cruelty!”
Lea burst into fresh giggles, and hugged him impulsively. She was soft and smelled like the morning dew, and he wanted to grab her tight and never let her go. But instead he stood there helplessly, with what he knew was a silly smile.
“Thank you,” she said softly, as she let go of him. “That was amazing.”
“It’s nothing,” he shrugged. He wanted to grab her close and kiss her, but instead he found himself saying, “You can have the suite.”
He wanted to kick himself as soon as he said that. Lea was staring at him, wide-eyed with surprise, and he wondered if his offer sounded too desperate. What’d he have to do that for, anyway? He could use a few nights’ stay in a fancy presidential suite.
“Are you sure?”
“Oh, absolutely.”
“No, you should have it. You’re the one who did all the smooth-talking.” Lea started to giggle again, and Adam felt strangely pleased.
“No, you can - ”
Adam stopped himself abruptly and stared at Lea. This was getting ridiculous. “Ok, fine,” he said, “Let’s go have a look. Maybe it’s a horribly gaudy place and it’ll offend your, you know, sophisticated sense of style or something.”
He waved his arms in the air, trying to depict a “sophisticated sense of style,” and Lea laughed.
“Ok fine, let’s have a look. I’ve never actually been in a presidential suite.”
“Really? I thought you were the rich kid.”
“Nah. My dad was rich, but he was also strict, and he wanted us to grow up ‘normal’.” Her voice dropped a bit and she said, “Fat lot
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