‘You saucy minx. Can’t you even wait until lights out?’
Jane shuddered.
George slid open the door to his suite. ‘Ta-dah!’
At one end of the suite was a queen-sized bed, permanently made up, just like hers. The suite was larger, though, as were the two armchairs and the table. The main difference that Jane could see was in the bathroom, which boasted a freestanding white claw-footed bath on the black and white chequered floor. It would have been perfect for a romantic interlude, though that was now clearly out of the question, despite George’s presumptions.
‘How about a pre-dinner tub?’
‘I’ve got a headache, George. Maybe later.’
‘Seriously? I thought you were coming on to me in the corridor.’
‘I nearly tripped, George, that was all. I’ll see you later.’
‘That you will, gorgeous. Th
