Captain John Price x Reader

Twenty-Four

"Wait... are you kidding?", you asked with one eyebrow raised and a broad grin on your face.

Pressing his lips into a thin line, Price shook his head. Again, he wiggled with the room key card in the air so you'd finally take it.

"That's one good thing about our line of work.", he said in a sober manner and stepped into the elevator. "Luxury hotels."

For a moment, you eyed the small plastic card in white and gold.

This was the key to the most exclusive suite of Hamburg's famous Vier Jahreszeiten, an all exclusive 5-star hotel.

It included a wellness area, room service and the access to the late night bar without any extra penny to pay.

All payed for by the good old tax payers of Germany.

The country had volunteered to host the European special task force, under the demand that no American nor Russian forces would be involved.

This was a European issue. And Germany wanted to keep it that way.

You and Price were supposed to rest for about three days until all the formalities were settled.

Timo would approach you himself, that was the deal.

But somehow a gut feeling told you that this would turn out to be a lot more than just a nice relaxing weekend.

Shrugging, you brushed all the bad vibes off and put on a sparkling smile again.

The elevator doors swung open with a pinging sound.

"Sometimes it really is nice to put your life on the line every day...", you mumbled and followed Price into the long hallway of the top floor.

The penthouse level already impressed with its architecture.

Golden details wrapped around white pillars that seemed to come straight from Ancient Rome. It smelled of freshly cut flowers and fruits.

Price checked his card.

"I'm in room 141, if you need anything.", he said and went to open the door.

You checked your card.

Immediately, your heart skipped a beat.

"That's my room.", you said, almost laughing about the irony.

He stopped.

"Can't be. It's printed on my card."

You looked up. Horror was shimmering inside your eyes.

"On mine too."

"Quit that bullshit."

"I'm not shitting you. My room is 141."

With a hint of annoyance shimmering in his blue eyes already, he snatched your card from your hand to check for himself.

Not a moment later he was in the same state of shock as you.

"Can't be...", he mumbled, trying to deny the obvious.

"We... we should go downstairs and check with the receptionist.", you said, also trying to grasp the last straw that would keep you from sharing a bed with him.

"Excuse me.", Price tapped the counter to get the young lady's attention.

With a polite smile, she looked up from her computer.

"How may I help?", she asked with a slight accent.

He gifted her a smile, polite, but also totally different from the way he had smiled at you so far.

You pulled a face.

He thought she was cute.

But why did that bother you?

It wasn't like you were trying to get close to him.

And he would probably also prefer the rope over your physical company. He was already tired over the mental one.

"Yeah, well...", he cleared his throat and slid the two key cards to her. "These are for the same room."

Again, she smiled politely, probably company policy, and took the cards to check.

"Please give me your last name.", she asked.

Price looked at you.

Shrugging, you shook your head.

"It's never my name.", you just said.

Confused, he frowned, but didn't want to waste more time and turned back to the young lady.

"Price.", he said. "John Price."

She typed it into her computer.

"That's right.", she said. "The suite on the top floor, 141, far left. Correct?"

He nodded.

"That's right."

"It's booked for two."

"That's wrong. See, well, we're two people. But we need two rooms."

"Or at least two beds.", you suggested.

She hummed.

"It has a large bed, big enough for two."

You sighed.

"It's not about the space, ma'am.", you glanced at him. "But the people..."

He let a soft growl be heard, but didn't say anything. It wasn't like him to make a scene for everyone to witness.

"Could we switch the suite for two separate rooms?", he asked, calm.

With a sorry look on her face, she sighed and shook her head.

"The suite was paid for.", she explained. "You would be able to cancel it, but the money would go back to whoever payed for it."

"And that's neither of us, beanie.", you snarled and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

Taking a deep breath in, he gathered all his strength.

"If we would want to cancel it and book two rooms, what would be the cost?", he asked.

With a look that said it all, she eyed him from top to bottom.

"I wouldn't recommend it, sir.", she said.

"Just tell me the price."

Her fingers started dancing over the keyboard.

The clicking sound filled the tense silence and made every second more unbearable.

It sounded as if for every key she pressed the amount of money went up.

"Well... we're a bit overbooked at the moment.", she explained and turned to monitor for both of you to see. "We still do have rooms available, but they are considered rare goods. We take double the price right now."

With a pained look on his face he pulled out his credit card.

"How much?", he asked again and wanted to give it to her.

"724€ a night. Per person, per room."

Shocked, you grabbed his hand with the card in it and tore it back.

"We're sticking with the suite!", you gasped and pulled him away. "Thank you very much!"

Smiling, she bowed her head.

"Please have a comfortable stay.", she said and returned to her work.

"Bloody hell, this better be a stay of a lifetime!", Price cursed and freed himself from your grip. "Greedy wanker..."