Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
We walk by one of the pools and I just stare in wonder at how the human race can build something so spectacular. The crystal clear (and Bandaid free!) water looks so inviting. I just want to slip into it in my clothes and feel the cool water washing the sweat and grime from my face.
“This is a bit of an upgrade from the pool at the Breezy Winds,” I say with a laugh.
“That bad?”
I exhale long and hard as I recall the depressing sight. “That bad,” I say with a shiver. I tell him all about it as we continue walking. Even his laughs are sexy. They get me all lightheaded and quivery.
“Don’t worry,” he says as we pass a gorgeous abstract sculpture of intertwined figures overlooking a spectacular koi pond. “We have our own pool at the suite.”
I stop and stare up at him in shock. “We have our own pool?”
“Two of them,” he says with a grin. “And a hot tub.”
“Oh my god,” I say, unable to believe my luck. “Is this place heaven?”
He slowly steps up to me, cups my jaw with his hand, and leans down. “Maya,” he whispers on my mouth, his warm minty breath tingling my lips, “everywhere with you is heaven.”
I moan as he kisses me, stealing the air from my lungs, slow and deep, until I can’t tell where I end and he begins. When he finally pulls away, he licks his lips with a low groan, like he’s savoring the taste of something he’ll never get enough of.
“Come,” he says, squeezing my hand. “I can’t wait to show it to you.”
The Empire Suite is tucked away on the outskirts of the hotel for absolute privacy. It’s more of a separate villa than a hotel room, complete with solid wood double doors carved to perfection with intricate golden waves that shimmer when the light hits them.
“Ready?” Adrian asks with a grin as he presses his shell bracelet to the pad and the door unlocks.
I shake my head, not knowing what to expect. “I don’t think I’m prepared for what’s behind those doors.”
“Ready or not,” he says as he pushes the heavy door open. “You’re here.”
I step inside and stop dead in my tracks. My mouth drops. My purse slides off my shoulder and lands with a thunk on the shiny marble floor.
“This isn’t a room,” I say slowly. “This is an entire zip code.”
Adrian chuckles behind me, clearly amused as he watches me take it all in.
There’s marble everywhere—warm, creamy, and polished to perfection. The living room alone is bigger than my whole apartment. There’s a massive curved sofa so pristine that it looks like it’s never been sat on, facing a wall of glass that opens up to the ocean. I can see the slow inviting waves rolling onto the white sand beach from here.
“Is that—” I point toward the patio doors. “Is that our pool?”
“That’s the small one,” he says, grinning as he watches my shocked face.
“That’s the small one?!”
I wander out to the terrace, still in shock. There’s an infinity pool that looks like it’s connected to the ocean, and off to the side is a larger winding pool that starts at what must be the master bedroom’s terrace and winds around the villa out of sight. There are gorgeous palm trees all around us, jutting into the clear blue sky, and a large hot tub under a huge pergola. I immediately picture myself in there with Adrian doing all sorts of things that you’d need a private spot like this to do.
“That’s our beach,” he says, pointing to the long stretch of secluded white sand tucked between two rocky areas. “It’s private. You can’t even see it from the main beach. No one else sets foot on there but us.”
I swallow hard, not knowing what to say. This is all so… unexpected. Not just the gorgeous room and the hotel, but him. Adrian. I feel this strong intense connection with him and it’s all just hitting me at once.
I turn back to him, eyes a little watery. “I think I might cry.”
He smiles with that warm, possessive look in his eyes. “Wait until you see the master bedroom. You’ll be sobbing on the floor.”
I laugh, half because I think he’s joking and half because I’m not sure that he is.
He takes my hand and leads me back into the suite, down a short hallway lined with soft lighting and artwork that should probably be in a museum somewhere. I try to take it all in, but there’s so much to see and experience. Even the air is unreal. It smells like vanilla and salt, like the ocean air got all fancied up with its best perfume and wandered in to stay.
Adrian was right. The bedroom does make me tear up.