still have your
laptop.”
Andrew stared.
Thirteen
Room 214, Oceanview
The Club Regale
Tasha slid the key into the lock and pushed
open her room door. The hotel was surrounded with trees and dusk
was quickly falling, so the shut-up room was a bit dark and cool.
After crossing the threshold, she pulled back the curtains and slid
open the windows on two walls. Immediately the room appeared
lighter, and warmer.
The ocean was visible to her right; the
resort recreation area and pool to her left. The king-sized bed
occupied nearly one wall and a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror graced
the opposite side. Mirrors were also attached to the ceiling above
the bed.
Hm... Interesting.
She glanced around. The room’s furnishings
consisted of two rattan chairs, a small sofa, and an apartment
sized refrigerator. The decor was beachy, of course, with a shell
motif and potted plants scattered about. Light and breezy. The
bedspread was an aqua and mauve shell pattern; the sofa and
cushions on the rattan furniture were upholstered with a similar
companion fabric. The curtains, the same gauzy aqua fluttered from
the window. The ocean breeze was welcome, freshening the air in the
room.
Tasha tossed her backpack to the bed and
stepped around it to look out the ocean view window. A large palm
tree sat right outside. She listened to the gentle rustle of the
leaves. “This is nice,” she said, more to herself, than to
Andrew.
His footsteps sounded behind her. “If you
like early rain forest,” he muttered.
Tasha turned. “You can always go sleep with
Samuel,” she quipped.
“I plan to,” he bit back.
Glancing about, Andrew’s gaze perused the
room’s interior. Tasha watched his face. She still hadn’t quite
figured him out. Who are you, Andrew Jacob Powell III?
“I guess it will do...temporarily.” He
brought his gaze back to her face. “Where’s the bathroom?”
Tasha turned and took in two doors on the
back wall. Upon inspection, they found that one led into a walk-in
closet, the other a full bath. Andrew walked inside, fiddled with
the toilet handle and turned on the water in both the sink and
shower.
“Well, at least we’ve got running water, and
hot at that.”
“Expecting a little shack out back with a
half moon on the door, were you?” Tasha arched a brow.
Andrew rolled his eyes and walked away. “At
this point, I’m not quite sure what to expect.”
Tasha went to the bed and began rummaging
through her things. She pulled out several items of clothing,
shorts, t-shirts, and such and stashed them into a drawer of the
dresser behind her. She glanced at Andrew, who was pacing the other
side of the room. A wicked thought came over her.
She picked up a handful of her underwear and
started back toward the dresser. “Don’t know why I’m even bothering
to unpack these things,” she mumbled, glancing quickly to Andrew.
“I probably won’t be wearing them anyway.”
Andrew paced to the left. Tasha turned back
to her bag.
“Guess I should unpack the necessities,
though. But I guess I’ll just stuff most everything back into the
backpack and put it in the closet. No use dirtying things that will
have to washed later.” She mumbled the words, half to herself, half
to Andrew, then peeked at him.
He’d stopped in mid-stride and stared at
her.
“What do you mean?”
Tasha straightened, then returned to the
dresser. She pulled back out all of her clothing and began stuffing
them back into the backpack. “Well, I probably won’t be wearing
them much, you know. I’ll probably spend most of my time, er...
sunbathing. I plan to check out that nude beach. And of course,
being the exhibitionist I am...”
Andrew cleared his throat and stepped closer.
Reaching forward, he grasped some of her clothes and put them back
in the dresser drawer. “You most certainly will need clothing.”
“What for?” Tasha goaded. She wanted to smile
so badly her mouth hurt. “Oh, and by the way, what do
laptop.”
Andrew stared.
Thirteen
Room 214, Oceanview
The Club Regale
Tasha slid the key into the lock and pushed
open her room door. The hotel was surrounded with trees and dusk
was quickly falling, so the shut-up room was a bit dark and cool.
After crossing the threshold, she pulled back the curtains and slid
open the windows on two walls. Immediately the room appeared
lighter, and warmer.
The ocean was visible to her right; the
resort recreation area and pool to her left. The king-sized bed
occupied nearly one wall and a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror graced
the opposite side. Mirrors were also attached to the ceiling above
the bed.
Hm... Interesting.
She glanced around. The room’s furnishings
consisted of two rattan chairs, a small sofa, and an apartment
sized refrigerator. The decor was beachy, of course, with a shell
motif and potted plants scattered about. Light and breezy. The
bedspread was an aqua and mauve shell pattern; the sofa and
cushions on the rattan furniture were upholstered with a similar
companion fabric. The curtains, the same gauzy aqua fluttered from
the window. The ocean breeze was welcome, freshening the air in the
room.
Tasha tossed her backpack to the bed and
stepped around it to look out the ocean view window. A large palm
tree sat right outside. She listened to the gentle rustle of the
leaves. “This is nice,” she said, more to herself, than to
Andrew.
His footsteps sounded behind her. “If you
like early rain forest,” he muttered.
Tasha turned. “You can always go sleep with
Samuel,” she quipped.
“I plan to,” he bit back.
Glancing about, Andrew’s gaze perused the
room’s interior. Tasha watched his face. She still hadn’t quite
figured him out. Who are you, Andrew Jacob Powell III?
“I guess it will do...temporarily.” He
brought his gaze back to her face. “Where’s the bathroom?”
Tasha turned and took in two doors on the
back wall. Upon inspection, they found that one led into a walk-in
closet, the other a full bath. Andrew walked inside, fiddled with
the toilet handle and turned on the water in both the sink and
shower.
“Well, at least we’ve got running water, and
hot at that.”
“Expecting a little shack out back with a
half moon on the door, were you?” Tasha arched a brow.
Andrew rolled his eyes and walked away. “At
this point, I’m not quite sure what to expect.”
Tasha went to the bed and began rummaging
through her things. She pulled out several items of clothing,
shorts, t-shirts, and such and stashed them into a drawer of the
dresser behind her. She glanced at Andrew, who was pacing the other
side of the room. A wicked thought came over her.
She picked up a handful of her underwear and
started back toward the dresser. “Don’t know why I’m even bothering
to unpack these things,” she mumbled, glancing quickly to Andrew.
“I probably won’t be wearing them anyway.”
Andrew paced to the left. Tasha turned back
to her bag.
“Guess I should unpack the necessities,
though. But I guess I’ll just stuff most everything back into the
backpack and put it in the closet. No use dirtying things that will
have to washed later.” She mumbled the words, half to herself, half
to Andrew, then peeked at him.
He’d stopped in mid-stride and stared at
her.
“What do you mean?”
Tasha straightened, then returned to the
dresser. She pulled back out all of her clothing and began stuffing
them back into the backpack. “Well, I probably won’t be wearing
them much, you know. I’ll probably spend most of my time, er...
sunbathing. I plan to check out that nude beach. And of course,
being the exhibitionist I am...”
Andrew cleared his throat and stepped closer.
Reaching forward, he grasped some of her clothes and put them back
in the dresser drawer. “You most certainly will need clothing.”
“What for?” Tasha goaded. She wanted to smile
so badly her mouth hurt. “Oh, and by the way, what do
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