I look at the circle shower, and then at the deep tub with an ocean mural. “Hmm, I feel really, really dirty,” I tell him. “A dirty that only a tub can clean.” Smirking at me, I watch him walk to the tub and lean over to turn on the faucet. He turns around and walks back to me. Standing in the middle of my open legs, he brushes my hair behind my shoulders, then leans in and kisses me. One hand goes to my cheek, and the other cups my breast. His hand then moves to the back where he unclips my bra. “Well played.” I laugh while I kiss him. He bends down, grabbing one leg, and brings it up to untie the shoe, then drops it to the floor with a huge clunk. He does the same to the other one and then picks me up and steps into the bath. We sit in the tub. Well, sitting wasn’t what we actually did as both condoms are now in the garbage.
By the time we collapse in bed, I think the sun is coming up, but it must be later in the day by now because when he wakes me up, it’s much lighter in the room. Flipping me to my stomach and lifting my hips, he kisses my shoulder, and I lie here like a loose noodle. Well, more like an overcooked noodle. “I need food,” I mumble and hear him laughing as he reaches over and grabs the phone.
He orders a shit ton of food, more food than two people could possibly eat in one day. “I’ll also take a huge bowl of strawberries, a bottle of champagne, and some chocolate dip.” He hangs up the phone. “Thirty minutes,” he says. It’s then that we both hear the click of the door opening, and I spring up, reaching out for something to cover myself.
“Tyler.” I hear Cassie’s voice and clench the sheet tighter that is covering my torso. “Are you up yet?” He looks at me with a shocked face, so I jump up out of bed and rush around the room. Grabbing my dress, I fly into the bathroom, then lock the door after me. I grab my bra and put it on, followed by my dress, and I’m about to tie my first shoe when I hear a soft knock on the door.
My head snaps up. “It’s me,” Tyler says. “She’s gone.” I walk to the door with only one shoe on, the other shoe in my hand. I unlock the door and open it, and he’s standing there in the hotel robe. “What the hell are you doing dressed?” he asks and then proceeds to pull my dress over my head, this time knowing exactly where the zipper is. “Why are you dressed?” he asks the silly question, rolling his eyes and almost pouting like a child with his hands all over me.
“Does she come into your room every day?” I ask him. Standing in front of him while he leans in and unsnaps my bra, I see him nodding his head. “What if we were downstairs naked?”
“She’s seen me naked,” he says nonchalantly, and now I’m a little bit pissed. “She’s been working with me for the past, I don’t know, thirteen years.”
“So? I’ve worked with Stephanie for seven, and I have yet to see her naked and vice versa,” I point out to him as he bends and takes a nipple into his mouth. “Stop that when I’m trying to talk to you.” My hand drops the shoe to the floor.
“No talking,” he says, repeating the same thing with the other nipple, “we have to get ready for champagne waterfall.”
“What the hell is that?” I ask him, and he just shakes his head.
“It’s better if I just show you.” He kisses me now, full on with tongue. I get on my tippy toes and kiss his neck. He hands me another robe to slide on, and I slip off the other shoe, and we walk back down the stairs to his living room. He presses the button, and the shades slide up. The sun is shining, so I walk to the floor-to-ceiling windows and look out at the beaches below. You can look into the distance and see a couple of boats lingering also. “What if she comes back?” I ask him, turning and seeing him sitting on the couch looking out also. “What if she has a question?”
“I’ll lock the door after room service comes, and I told her to take the day off, that I would be chilling in bed all day.” He stretches out his arms along the back of the couch, pulling his robe open at the top. “She won’t come back unless I call her.” I nod at him, turning and looking out into the distance to make my mind shut down. I try hard, but the things running through my mind don’t stop. “What’s going on?” I hear him behind me and feel his heat on my back while his hands move around my hips. His hands slide under mine while he kisses my neck. I move my head to the side, then turn to face him, and his lips meet mine. “What is going on in your head right now?”