Olivia's POV
Everyone stared at Maxwell as he drew closer to the receptionist.
"The sixth floor has better views," he continued, not looking at anyone in particular - just at the reception who trembled under his gaze. "I'd like 602. The room next to 601."
Gabriel's head snapped toward him. "Why do you need to be next to our room?"
"I don't need to be next to your room. I want to be next to room 601 because…" Maxwell paused, turning to face him. "…it has a good view."
"All the rooms have good views," Gabriel countered, his voice calm but firm. "This hotel is specifically designed that way. Every room literally faces the city."
"Well, I prefer the sixth floor view."
"Then take 603. Or 604. Any room on that floor that isn't directly next to mine."
"I want 602."
The receptionist looked between them nervously. "Gentlemen, perhaps…"
"Why 602 specifically?" Gabriel's eyes narrowed. "What's so special about the room right next to where Olivia and I will be sleeping?"
