Chapter 3
Checking In and Plans Made
Yiha!
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Once we got to the hotel, I went to check in and Charlie left to park the Volvo. When I walked in a young woman, about my age, welcomed me at the counter. She had short red hair and freckles. "What can I do for you?" She asked lazily, you could tell she'd said it a lot.
"I would like to check into a room."
"Okay. How many people?" she asked. Not looking up from her monitor.
"Just two." I replied. Then I heard the front door open behind me. I knew it was Charlie, so I didn't bother to turn around. All of a sudden, the woman finally looked up from her computer, and started to stare at Charlie. She looked dazzled. So I turned around to look at Charlie myself. He looked handsome, with his blond hair and sparkly blue eyes. The black t-shirt showed off this muscular arms and chest. I was almost in awe myself.
"Here you go," the red-head said cheerfully, still looking at Charlie as she handed me the card."Room one-eighteen. It's on the first story."
"Thank you." I said roughly as I turned back to claim the card. I was getting annoyed by the lady's constant stare."Come on, Charlie. Le'z go!"
As Charlie started walking down the hall with me, the annoying red-head smiled at him and waved. But he didn't seem to notice."Did you do something different with your hair?" he asked me,
"Yes, actually I got a hair cut yesterday."
Charlie smiled warmly. "I thought so, I like it."
After I unlocked the door. Charlie quickly walked past me and set the luggage on the ugly sofa. I smiled down at my feet, hiding my blush. When I looked up I saw him turn his face away from me. Then he looked back again, his business face was on."Do you still have that book?"
"Oh,yes. Of course!" I quickly responded, louder than I should of. I pulled the small book out of my pant pocket. It was really small, thick, but small. Once he looked away, I gently tossed the book at him and accidentally hit him in the head. I blushed, and looked around the small hotel room, as if I did nothing.
Charlie looked at the book, looked at me, and laughed. "Why did you do that?" he asked me kindly.
"Do what!?!" I asked, fighting back a smile.
"Throw that book at me!"
"What book!?!"
Charlie gave me a friendly glare,"I'm watching you, Claire." He sat down at the small table as I looked through the suitcases full of clothes.
Boss always gives us the clothes that are the current fashion wherever we go. So we always blend in. I didn't know what to expect. itlay is really an unknown land to me.
"Not too wierd," I announced.
Charlie gazed up from his book and raised his perfect eyebrow at me. "What did you expect?"
"I don't know. I just hoped it wasn't too weird," I admitted as I carefully placed the Italian attire back in the proper cases.
Charlie just smiled humorously at me and returned to the book."Hey, look at this!" he proclaimed, point at whatever he wanted me to see. " It says that both the king and prince that ruled before Caesar died just three months apart. So Caesar was crowned king because he was the last heir. Yet no one knows how they died." Charlie smiled at me, satisfied, and closed the book.
"So obviously this guy probably really wanted the throne. Bad enough to kill his brother and nephew. I noted."But wouldn't someone get suspicious?"
"Obviously," he repeated."That's what I was wondering, too." Charlie looked down at his lap, in thought." I got it! We should go to his castle and snoop around. Just to see how 'heavily guarded' he really his."
I turned around and noticed a dress on the floor. It was mine of course, I must of dropped it... WAIT!!! "I bet they might be having some kind of ball!"I anounced as I picked up the dress. Charlie just watched me, almost confused."Boss always gives me a dress when there is an event."
"I guess that makes sense." Charlie said as he set the book on the counter next to the mini fridge. He turn around and suddenly gasped. "Wow, it is really late, we should get some sleep." He gestured toward the dark window.
When I got to bed, I heard Charlie murmur something on the coach.
"What?" I asked the dark figure nestled in the coach.
"Nothin'," Charlie whispered."Good night."
"Good night."
No, you are not supposed to know what Charlie murmured.
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