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And I swear she’s now purposely poking out those gorgeous tits.
Whatever embarrassment she feels, she’s not going to show it to me. “Like you’ve never seen a woman’s breasts before,” she says in a haughty tone.
I shake my head and put on an exaggerated pout. “Sadly, no. I’m just an innocent virgin.”
Her mouth curls up at the corner. “A virgin, huh? You probably haven’t been a virgin since you were sixteen.”
“No, seventeen. Do you want to hear about it?”
She wrinkles her nose. “Absolutely not.”
I laugh out loud at the disgusted look she’s giving me. “Good. I don’t kiss and tell.”
She leans back into the seat again. “Can you just focus on the road, stud? And maybe stop ogling my boobs?”
“I will try, but I can’t make any promises,” I tell her.
“Fantastic.”
She goes quiet after that, and I try to pay attention to the road and our surroundings.
To get my mind off Jess, I look out the car window at the sidewalks lined with dozens of little, colorful tourist shops. Destin seems like a fun place to visit. Maybe I can convince Jess to walk around the town with me later.
“I think that’s our turn up there,” Jess says.
“Oh wow,” she says on an exhale.
“That’s our hotel?” I ask enthusiastically. “After last night’s experience, I was unsure of what to expect. I think we need to make sure we win first place every time.”
We pull up to a sprawling hotel lined with pretty trees and flowers. The exterior gives a beachy vibe while maintaining a look of elegance. As I pull around the fountain to the semicircle drive, a young man in a crisp blue uniform rushes out to greet us.
The man opens Jess’s door and offers his hand to help her out. “Ms. Roberts? We’ve been expecting you and Mr. Anders. Welcome.”
He snaps his fingers at a bellman standing near the entrance. I open the back of the car and help the bellman take the bags out. As the bellman begins loading the luggage cart, I saunter over to the man in the blue uniform.
“Should I give the car keys to you?” Dax asks.
“Yes, sir. We’ll take care of your car. You don’t need to check in or anything. I have your room key and map of the property right here. We also have a dedicated concierge for suite guests located just inside the front lobby. Feel free to stop there if you need anything.” He hands me an envelope. “All of the information for your stay can be found in this envelope.”
“Thanks a lot. We appreciate your help,” I respond.
“Yes sir, of course. Please enjoy your stay.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice movement. I look sideways and see Taylor, the photographer. She has her camera out and is recording. I elbow Jess in her side and use my chin to gesture toward Taylor.
Jess takes the hint. She grabs my hand and begins pulling me excitedly toward the entrance of the hotel, where a doorman is waiting. He opens the door for us.
The inside of the hotel is even more amazing than the outside. Spacious lobby opens up to several seating areas. Cool tones and modern furniture give off a chic and luxurious atmosphere. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcase a stunning view of the ocean and the nearby beach.
Now, this is more like it.
“This hotel looks amazing,” Jess says. “What should we do first?”
“My clothes are still damp. So, either beach, or shower and dinner?”
We pass a tall, statuesque woman with striking features. She greets us warmly as we are walking by. Her name tag reads Isabella.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Roberts and Mr. Anders. Welcome to our hotel. I’m your personal concierge while you’re here. It sounds like you are looking for something to do. Our hotel has some fantastic options. May I suggest something?” Isabella asks with a friendly smile.
