Jamie
"Relax, Wolfe," I said, trying to force a lighthearted chuckle as I gestured toward the rose-petal-covered mattress. "I know you're straight. I can sleep on the sofa in the living room."
Alexander didn't answer right away. He stood near the heavy oak door, looking at me with an unreadable expression. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, but he quickly cleared his throat and shook his head, as if snapping out of a trance.
"Don't be ridiculous, Jamie. I'm not letting you sleep on the couch," Alexander said, taking off his suit jacket and draping it neatly over a chair. "The hotel clearly made an assumption based on the PR team's booking. If anyone is taking the sofa, it's me."
"Oh, stop being dramatic," I replied, rolling my eyes as I unbuttoned my shirt cuffs. "It's a king-si
