**Chapter 2: The Accommodations**

The luxurious hotel room was a sight to behold, with its elegant décor and plush furnishings. Imogen's eyes widened as she took in the spacious layout, her gaze lingering on the large bed that seemed to dominate the room. She felt a flutter in her chest as she realized that she would be sharing this intimate space with Beckett. Beckett, meanwhile, was busy inspecting the room, his eyes scanning the area with a critical gaze. "It's acceptable," he said finally, his tone a little softer than Imogen had expected. "But I expect to be moved to a separate room as soon as possible." Imogen nodded, trying to appear nonchalant despite the sudden rush of emotions. "I'll see what I can do, Beckett," she said, already knowing that it was unlikely they would find another room at such short notice. As Beckett began to unpack, Imogen couldn't help but notice the way his muscles flexed beneath his crisp white shirt. She felt a blush rise to her cheeks and quickly looked away, trying to focus on her own tasks. The room was equipped with a large desk and a comfortable-looking sitting area, but Imogen knew that she and Beckett would have to share the bed. She tried to push the thought aside, focusing instead on the tasks at hand. As the afternoon wore on, Imogen found herself growing more and more restless. She had always maintained a professional distance from Beckett, but the thought of sharing a room with him was suddenly... intriguing. Beckett, meanwhile, seemed completely unbothered by the arrangement. He worked tirelessly, his eyes fixed on his laptop screen as he typed away with a speed and efficiency that left Imogen in awe. As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the room, Imogen found herself feeling more and more drawn to Beckett. She tried to push the feeling aside, telling herself that she was being ridiculous, but she couldn't shake the sense that there was something more between them. "Beckett, do you want to take a break and grab some dinner?" Imogen asked, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in her stomach. Beckett looked up from his laptop, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered her question. "I suppose it's been a while since we last ate," he said finally, a small smile playing on his lips. "Let's go down to the hotel restaurant and see what they have to offer." Imogen nodded, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of spending more time with Beckett. As they made their way to the elevator, she couldn't help but notice the way Beckett's eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. It was a small, intimate moment, but it left her feeling... fluttery. The hotel restaurant was a bustling affair, with tables packed tightly together and the sound of conversation and clinking glasses filling the air. Imogen and Beckett were shown to a table by the window, where they perused the menu and ordered a selection of dishes to share. As they waited for their food to arrive, Imogen found herself growing more and more aware of Beckett's presence. She couldn't help but notice the way his eyes seemed to gleam in the dim light, or the way his hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck. It was a tantalizing glimpse of a more vulnerable side, and Imogen found herself feeling drawn to him in a way that she never had before. She tried to push the feeling aside, telling herself that she was being ridiculous, but she couldn't shake the sense that there was something more between them. As their food arrived and they began to eat, Imogen found herself growing more and more relaxed in Beckett's presence. She laughed at his jokes and teased him about his serious demeanor, feeling a sense of ease that she had never experienced before. But as the evening wore on and they made their way back to their room, Imogen couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. What would happen now that they were alone together, with no distractions to keep their feelings in check? Only time would tell.