Smiling now, Chris let himself drift off to sleep.
What seemed like about ten minutes later, he heard the blaring o
f the alarm clock. Slamming his hand down, he looked for it in vain. Chloe grumbled and rolled away from him. She slammed the pillow back over her head as he sat up and turned the bedside lamp on.
Grabbing his toiletry kit out of his suitcase, he stumbled into the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out of the bathroom twenty minutes later wrapped in a towel, Chloe was sitting up in bed now, playing with her phone.
Grabbing a clean pair of boxer briefs from his suitcase, he said, “Wow. Didn’t expect you to be awake.”
Narrowing her eyes, she said, “You didn’t turn the alarm off. You just hit snooze.”
“Shit. I’m sorry,” he said, wincing.
Waving her hand, she said, “Whatever. I’m on vacation. I don’t care. Oh. And I made you a cup of coffee. They didn’t have any creamer, just that powdered shit. Wasn’t sure if you’d want it.”
He walked over to her and leaned down. Placing a kiss on top of her head, he said, “Thank you. And good call skipping the creamer.”
As he walked back over to the closet and took out his suit, Chloe slipped into the bathroom. By the time he was tying his tie, she appeared again and said, “Mmm. You look nice,” as she appraised him.
He smiled and pressed a kiss to her lips, then said, “I’ll be back around three at the latest. Any idea what you’ll do with the morning?”
“Debating going back to bed right now, but I may go adventuring later. Text me if I’m not in the room,” she said.
When he began to straighten back up, she grabbed the end of his tie and tugged him back down. After giving him a long, slow kiss she released it, and said, “Have a good day at work, dear.”
Smirking, he grabbed his wallet, phone, and hotel key. Sliding on his shoes, he said, “See you later.”
Chapter 17
Chloe lay in bed for a few minutes after Chris left, then got up and got ready to do some exploring. She had read up on the hotel a little bit on her phone this morning. Apparently, there were a ton of little shops downstairs to explore.
Deciding she was hungry, she grabbed her purse and phone, then headed downstairs. After poking her head into the main dining room and realizing she was incredibly under dressed for it, she ended up at a bagel shop across the street from the hotel. Sitting down, she enjoyed a leisurely cup of coffee and a bagel while she read more about the hotel.
Twenty minutes later, she threw the remnants of breakfast in the trash can as she started back toward the hotel. Taking the long path around it, she slid off her shoes and stepped onto the beach. Using her camera phone, she took a picture of her feet half-buried in the sand and posted it to Facebook. After taking a few more pictures, she walked along the shoreline for a few moments. Deciding it was time to explore more than the beach, she wandered back to the hotel.
Rinsing her feet, she slid back into the sandals and walked toward the shops. She poked through them for a little bit, snickering to herself over some of the prices, and kept wandering the grounds. Eventually, she stumbled onto the spa and decided that she knew exactly how she was going to spend the rest of her day. Purchasing a package that included a scrub, facial and massage, she waited the thirty minutes for her appointment, texting Sara and grabbing another cup of coffee.
It was small of her to brag, but at the same time, it was also her vacation. If you couldn’t brag about your awesome vacation, what could you brag about?
Four hours later, Chloe left the spa glowing and feeling incredibly relaxed. She stopped and had a snack on the sun deck. Glancing at her phone, she realized it was almost two thirty now. Heading back to the room, she grabbed the book she brought along and stretched out to read.
About thirty minutes later, she heard a beep and the door handle, then saw Chris walk into the room. He smiled when he saw her and said, “Hey, you. Have a good day?”
Nodding, she said, “Yeah. You?”
She watched as he set his briefcase aside and took off his suit jacket. Tossing it on the back of a chair, he tugged at the knot in his tie and stripped out of his dress clothes.
He considered her appearance for a moment and then said, “You have a bit of a glow.”
Smiling, she said, “Spa.”
He lay down next to her, his head propped up on his arm and asked, “Would you hate me if I napped for an hour?”
Shaking her head, she said, “Not at all. By the way, I made some plans for nine-ish tonight for us. Hope you don’t mind.”
Tilting his head, he asked, “What kind of plans?”
“The hotel does this thing where they rent these little private bonfires where you roast marshmallows and drink champagne. My masseuse told me about it at the spa this afternoon,” she said.