“Just wondering whether there’s time for another nap,” she said, enjoying his wicked grin in response.
“Let’s finish our food first,” he suggested.
They chatted as they ate, and Zita relaxed from the slight buzz the cocktail gave her. She was flying far enough away that she wouldn’t be available if her mother needed her. She acknowledged the anxiety and reminded herself both Carly and Bridget were in Houston and could help.
As the plane descended and the captain told them to put on their seatbelts, Zita checked the time. They’d been flying for over four hours. She glanced out of the window at the lights of a city. But which city she had no idea. The plane banked and Zita gasped.
The bright lights of the strip were clear even in the dusk. Las Vegas.
She threw her arms around David. “Thank you! I’ve always wanted to go to Vegas.”
“I know.” He kissed her. “Wait until you see where we’re staying.”
“I don’t care where we’re staying. The fact we’re in Vegas is enough.”
“In that case, let me change the booking to a motel off the strip,” he joked.
She swatted him. “You know what I mean.”
When the plane came to a complete stop, Zita got to her feet and hugged David again. “Whatever happens, thank you for this weekend. Thank you for taking me away from the madhouse for a couple of days.”
“You’re most welcome.”
Lewis opened the door and lowered the stairs. Zita stepped outside where a sleek black limousine was parked.
“Compliments of the hotel,” David said, gesturing her forward.
This was so far removed from the life Zita was used to. She greeted the driver who held the door open for her, and she slid inside the car. It was so spacious. She scooted over for David, and in almost no time, they were on their way.
Zita held his hand as they drove into town. There was so much light, all bright and flashy, with people walking the streets. It was bustling and magical.
They pulled into a hotel and the foyer took Zita’s breath away. It was so lavishly decorated in gold tones and everything sparkled. The centerpiece was a gorgeous Roman statue and huge artworks covered the walls. She walked up to the registration desk with David. The cost of the lobby alone would be enough to feed a family in El Salvador for several years.
She frowned. It was such a lavish lifestyle. Was it right to spend so much money on herself when there were so many people around the world who had nothing? In her heart she knew that just giving poor people money wasn’t the solution, there had to be education and support systems and more, but it didn’t stop her from feeling a little guilty.
David took her hand and they followed the bellhop to the elevator. The doors opened onto a plush hallway. They walked down the corridor and the man paused outside a door, holding it open as Zita walked inside.
Her jaw dropped. She wasn’t quite sure where to look first. The bed was enormous, covered with crisp white sheets and mountains of golden pillows all dying to be jumped on. On one side, were three cushy couches surrounding a coffee table, holding a vase of the most beautiful array of white and yellow roses, and the flat screen television on the wall had to be at least fifty inches.
“What do you think?” David asked.
She turned to him and noticed the bellhop was gone. “This is amazing, David. I’ve never seen anything like it in real life.”
“I may have splurged,” he admitted. “I wanted you to have the best.”
It most certainly was the best. She hugged him, holding him tightly as her emotions flew all over the place. She didn’t care about the room or the private plane, she loved him for himself, but the fact he wanted to spoil her made her all gooey inside. She would push her guilt to the side and enjoy the weekend for what it was.
“If you think this is good, wait until you check out the bathroom,” he murmured in her ear.
She lifted her head. “Is the bath big enough for two?”
He grinned. “Why don’t you check?”
She kissed him quickly and then moved to the bathroom. She stared. “Feck,” she breathed. The bathtub was enormous, large and oval with spa jets, and next to it the shower recess with its two shower heads had to be big enough for a basketball team. It said opulence and indulgence all at once. “I have no words.”
He chuckled. “I haven’t made any dinner reservations yet. I thought you might want to choose.”
She wasn’t hungry. She wanted to soak in the tub, preferably with David. “I choose a bath with a naked boyfriend.” She wound her hands around his neck and kissed him. “Is that all right?”
“Whatever you want.” He kissed her back hard and lust speared through her. Perhaps they could do something else before the bath.
She stripped off her T-shirt and reached for his belt, backing him up against the bathroom wall. “I want you.”
