*Jasmine's POV*
We entered a space where a woman sat behind her desk. Above her head was a sign, which said 'reception'. She worked there I guess.
Rajun still held my hand. "Good afternoon," he said in a thick Arabic accent, to the blond woman.
"Good day," she replied. The motel smelled old. "What can I do for you?" she asked us.
"My wife and I need a room," Rajun said. He looked at me endearingly. I smiled at him, trying to hold up the charade. Anything was better than being in that warehouse with Saeed next door.
Rajun smiled back at me. "How long will you stay?" She asked looking at the computer. She was wearing a grey sweater.
"I think about a week." He said unsure. "Do you require any extra facilities like a spa pass or something?" she asked.
He seemed to ponder that. "Would you like that my dear?" Rajun asked me, pretending to be the good husband. "I would love that," I said to the woman.
She was rather pretty.
