Dove
"You just had to get lost, didn't you?" Benicio grumbled as he violently pressed a button then leaned back against the metal wall of the elevator.
"You're the one who offered to help me find my way back," I snapped, tired of hearing him complain about how I had interrupted his time with the stewardess from this morning's breakfast. "And anyway, why didn't you just go back to your room? You have a thing for kissing in public spaces."
"And don't you?" he seethed.
A gasp left my lips and I looked up to him with a scowl, "no I do not. And there's no reason to be a jerk. I said I would have found my way back alone."
"Why were you even on our floor to begin with?"
"Danilo, asked Miley to call me. I have to put in an order for fabrics," I explained, partially terrified that lying was coming off so easily for me these days.
He rolled his eyes, "Does he ever stop working? It's a bloody holiday so he can stop obsessing for a good weekend."
