Morgan's POV

"No!" I said to both the receptionist and Dante. "No way in hell, am I going to spend the night in the same room with this." I pointed at Dante. The receptionist looked confused and shocked, her gaze travelling from Dante to me and back to Dante.

"Okay..." She started. "Are you going to take the room, or not..."

"We will."

"Not."

Dante and I said at the same time.

The receptionist looked confused and a bit scared. "Which one of the answers should I take?"

"Mine." Dante replied. He handed her his card. "We'll take the room."

"Excuse me." I scoffed, glaring at him darkly. "I'm not...