Again, I have to continuously remind myself of that declaration as I climb out of bed, shower, and get dressed in a pair of swim trunks, sleeveless T-shirt, and pool shoes. By eight-thirty I am exiting my room heading for her.
She answers after the second knock.
“Good morning,” she greets with a smile, causing something funny to happen inside of my chest.
I don’t try to decipher why seeing her already dressed in a floral dress, which covers the bathing suit top’s black straps that reach up to tie around her neck, has me so excited, but it does.
“You’re wearing a different suit from yesterday,” I say out loud.
She glances over her shoulder back into her room. “The one from yesterday is still drying.”
“I bet it is.”
Her gaze narrows, trying to figure out the meaning behind my words. I don’t give any further explanation. Instead, I reach out my arm for her to wrap her around. She does, and I wait for her to shut and make sure the door is locked behind us. The doors lock immediately here at the hotel but she always double checks, I’ve noticed.
“Breakfast is at the pool this morning,” I tell her before pressing the down button for the elevator.
“I didn’t know they served breakfast poolside.”
“They’re making an exception for us,” I reply easily. The family name comes in handy, even if it’s not my actual last name.
“Oh,” she says with raised eyebrows. “So you’re still not going to tell me what’s on the agenda for today?”
I give her a sideways grin. “You don’t like just going with the flow, huh?” I pivot and step aside as the elevator doors open, stepping off first to hold them open for her exit.
“I can.” Her voice is defensive. “I just like knowing what I’m doing on my vacation.”
“Butterfly, this has becomeourvacation.”
Shit.
Where the hell had that come from?
Nadine seems just as surprised by my comment as I am, but I won’t take it back. “You agreed to give me your final three remaining days. That makes this our vacation.”
She looks at me for a moment and then shrugs. “You’re right.”
We make it out to the bar by the pool where there is a sign readingEmanuel y Nadine.The hostess welcomes us, and shows us to the bar. There’s no one else in here at this hour. I made sure of that.
“What would you like to drink?”
“Mango juice, please,” Nadine says.
“Make it two,” I add.
“They’re bringing us the chorizo sausage and egg breakfast burritos,” I mention once the hostess leaves us.
“Sounds good. How did you sleep?”
“Well.” I move my hand to her right knee, letting it linger there. Again I’m paid off for my touch with an increase in the beats of the small vein on her neck. “How about you?” My voice has deepened on its own.
“N-not bad.”
“After that orgasm I bet.” I grin when a tiny gasp escapes her lips. She probably thought I was gentleman enough not to mention our little nightcap. Silly woman. I’ve never been a gentleman a day in my life.
“Are you always like this? Or is this just the vacation you?”
I lift an eyebrow. “Always like what?”
