Palmer was the perfect example.
Alone, at the side of the now-quiet lounge area, Jen glanced outside and noticed the moonlight touching the flowers with gentle rays. It was magical, and strangely beautiful. Lured by the wonder of it, she moved through the open doors and decided to cross the pool area, taking the side door back to her room rather than traversing the lobby to the main elevators.
It gave her the chance to gather her thoughts, to sort out her mind as she strolled through the gentle night air.
Palmer had nailed it when it came to her. She was worrying, and she was here to make some difficult decisions. Already Cris had complicated matters, but he was an exciting complication, one she was eager to explore.
Her fingertips grazed the petals of a massive hibiscus, looking surreally blue now in the odd painted hues of a Florida night. She sighed and then squared her shoulders. Tonight she'd do her best to sleep. There'd be time enough over the next couple of days to sort everything out.
Her resolution held until she opened the door to her room and walked in-to find a single perfect pink orchid in a vase on her desk. Next to it was a tiny box with four mouthwatering truffles in it and a printed note.
" I had hoped to spend this evening with you. My apologies, mi Tesoro. From now on, I am yours to command. If that would please you . Sleep well ."
It was signed with a single letter, C .
Jen surrendered to impulse and re-read the note, then held it against her breasts. It was absurdly romantic and thrilled her to her core, even though it had come from a printer. He was away from the hotel but had remembered her. The flower, the chocolates…delicious, decadent and absolutely delightful. She'd never been treated so indulgently, and although it was straight out of a cheesy romance novel, it couldn't have touched her more.
The flower was unique, over-the-top perfection in pink petals. The chocolates-she permitted herself just one-were a symphony of flavors melting seductively on her tongue. And the note she still cradled in her hands was the most erotic communication she'd ever received.
David had never written her a love letter. Or a note like this. His gifts were always signed "Love, D." That was it. Nothing else.
But Cris wanted to please her and called her his treasure. That was swoon-worthy all by itself.
She giggled, an odd and effervescent bubbling of sound from her lungs. No two ways about it, that was a real, honest-to-God giggle, and she loved the feel of it tickling her throat. It had been a long time since anything had made her giddy enough to giggle.
But a man she barely knew had managed it.
Finally, she put the note down carefully, smoothed a pink petal and closed the box of chocolates with a little sigh of regret. If she was going to spend more time in a swimsuit, polishing off designer chocolate truffles might prove to be a really bad idea, so she tucked them out of sight in the min-fridge.
Finally slipping in between the crisp sheets, she turned off her bedside lamp and realized the moonlight was coming in at just the right angle to illuminate that orchid.
Had he known? She wouldn't put it past him. He was that kind of man. Dramatic, probably passionate…mmm. She just bet he'd be a nuclear explosion in bed.
Stretching languorously, she closed her eyes, the image of the flower dancing through her thoughts of Cris, naked and poised above her.
She shivered, lost in a fantasy of ecstasy, aroused by her thoughts but soothed by them as well.
She was woman. He was man. With luck, nature would take its course to the inevitable conclusion. Perhaps tomorrow…
Chapter 9
Friday arrived in a blaze of sunshine. Which was no surprise, since most August days in Florida arrived that way. Local meteorologists tended to schedule their vacations around this time, usually in places like Alaska, Australia or the South Pole. They returned just in time for the kickoff of hurricane season in
Alone, at the side of the now-quiet lounge area, Jen glanced outside and noticed the moonlight touching the flowers with gentle rays. It was magical, and strangely beautiful. Lured by the wonder of it, she moved through the open doors and decided to cross the pool area, taking the side door back to her room rather than traversing the lobby to the main elevators.
It gave her the chance to gather her thoughts, to sort out her mind as she strolled through the gentle night air.
Palmer had nailed it when it came to her. She was worrying, and she was here to make some difficult decisions. Already Cris had complicated matters, but he was an exciting complication, one she was eager to explore.
Her fingertips grazed the petals of a massive hibiscus, looking surreally blue now in the odd painted hues of a Florida night. She sighed and then squared her shoulders. Tonight she'd do her best to sleep. There'd be time enough over the next couple of days to sort everything out.
Her resolution held until she opened the door to her room and walked in-to find a single perfect pink orchid in a vase on her desk. Next to it was a tiny box with four mouthwatering truffles in it and a printed note.
" I had hoped to spend this evening with you. My apologies, mi Tesoro. From now on, I am yours to command. If that would please you . Sleep well ."
It was signed with a single letter, C .
Jen surrendered to impulse and re-read the note, then held it against her breasts. It was absurdly romantic and thrilled her to her core, even though it had come from a printer. He was away from the hotel but had remembered her. The flower, the chocolates…delicious, decadent and absolutely delightful. She'd never been treated so indulgently, and although it was straight out of a cheesy romance novel, it couldn't have touched her more.
The flower was unique, over-the-top perfection in pink petals. The chocolates-she permitted herself just one-were a symphony of flavors melting seductively on her tongue. And the note she still cradled in her hands was the most erotic communication she'd ever received.
David had never written her a love letter. Or a note like this. His gifts were always signed "Love, D." That was it. Nothing else.
But Cris wanted to please her and called her his treasure. That was swoon-worthy all by itself.
She giggled, an odd and effervescent bubbling of sound from her lungs. No two ways about it, that was a real, honest-to-God giggle, and she loved the feel of it tickling her throat. It had been a long time since anything had made her giddy enough to giggle.
But a man she barely knew had managed it.
Finally, she put the note down carefully, smoothed a pink petal and closed the box of chocolates with a little sigh of regret. If she was going to spend more time in a swimsuit, polishing off designer chocolate truffles might prove to be a really bad idea, so she tucked them out of sight in the min-fridge.
Finally slipping in between the crisp sheets, she turned off her bedside lamp and realized the moonlight was coming in at just the right angle to illuminate that orchid.
Had he known? She wouldn't put it past him. He was that kind of man. Dramatic, probably passionate…mmm. She just bet he'd be a nuclear explosion in bed.
Stretching languorously, she closed her eyes, the image of the flower dancing through her thoughts of Cris, naked and poised above her.
She shivered, lost in a fantasy of ecstasy, aroused by her thoughts but soothed by them as well.
She was woman. He was man. With luck, nature would take its course to the inevitable conclusion. Perhaps tomorrow…
Chapter 9
Friday arrived in a blaze of sunshine. Which was no surprise, since most August days in Florida arrived that way. Local meteorologists tended to schedule their vacations around this time, usually in places like Alaska, Australia or the South Pole. They returned just in time for the kickoff of hurricane season in
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