The thin fabric feels light and airy as it slips over my skin, and the bodice offers just enough support so I can ditch my bra for the day. Always a win in my opinion.
I check myself out in the mirror and give myself a nod of approval.
I somehow managed to avoid a sunburn yesterday, but I am rocking a gorgeous new tan, which helps make my long legs look endless.
Not bad, Pres.
Just as I’m about to order room service, my phone starts to vibrate on the nightstand next to the bed. When I pick it up, I see Hollis’s name flash across the screen. It’s barely nine in the morning here.
“Someone’s up early,” I say in greeting, unable to hide the grin that spreads across my face.
“I wanted to be the first to wish you a happy birthday.”
“Well, you are. Or at least you will be.”
He chuckles. “Happy thirtieth birthday, Pres.”
Chills race up my spine at the sound of my name on his lips. “Thank you.”
“Hey, I have a surprise for you.”
“Another one? ’Cause I know you paid for that spa day, Hollis Beck.”
“I plead the Fifth,” he says with another laugh. “Besides, you deserved it.”
“And I deserve this one too?”
“I don’t know. You may want to send it back once you find out what it is,” he says playfully, though I can sense a hint of nervousness behind his words.
What did he get me that’s got him so anxious?
“Anyway, it’s, uh…rather large. So you’ll need to go down to the lobby to pick it up.”
“It’s here? In my hotel?”
“Well, yeah. How else was I supposed to make sure it arrived on time?”
Once again, I am dumbstruck by his thoughtfulness. The only men I know who do such sweet things like this are fictional. “But you didn’t know I was here until yesterday.”
“I’m not following, Pres. They do deliver in Vegas, yes?”
“Yes,” I reply, my cheeks flushing. “It’s just…it must have cost you a fortune.”
Plus, the cost of the spa day he still refuses to admit to paying for…
“Someone once told me it’s not the cost of the gift that matters, just the thought behind it.”
I smile. “I did say that, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, you did. It was Christmas morning, and I believe I was staring at a stack of presents that were all addressed to me.I felt so overwhelmed and guilty that I was sure the homemade cinnamon rolls your mom made were about to reappear.”
“Gross.” I laugh.
“Go get your surprise, Pres.”
“Okay. Do you want to stay on the phone with me?”
“Nah,” he says. “I’m sure I’ll be talking to you real soon.”
