to
Pleasure Inn in the first place. My dream. The details were vague, but
she’d dreamt of an elaborate wedding to a faceless man. She couldn’t picture
him but she woke up feeling warm and loved. The next day she packed a bag and
headed for Connecticut realizing there was nothing keeping her in New York.
“What is it?”
“Nothing.” She looked up at him. “I’m just remembering how
pretty it was.”
“Like everything else here at the Inn, that gazebo needs
some work.” He picked up the picnic basket off the table. “Come down to the
foyer; I want to show you something.”
He took her hand and led her down the main hallway to the
front of the inn. “What do you think?”
“Logan, it’s beautiful! It’s so charming.” She let go of his
hand and moved toward the antique desk that he’d placed at the entrance. “Where
did you find this?”
“In the basement. There are tons of pieces of furniture and
paintings stored down there. When I saw this desk, I thought it would be
perfect for the reception area.”
“It’s wonderful.” She ran her hand along the smooth, cherry
wood. “And it goes so well with the color of the wood of the staircase. The
guests will get such a welcoming feeling when they walk through the doors.”
She looked around the entry way. “If you could get a
companion piece for that desk, maybe something like a foyer table, you could
set it up here.” She pointed to wall across from the desk. “When guests come to
check in you could offer them seasonal drinks or snacks.”
“We could go down to the basement tonight and see what else
is down there.”
“Cool.” She thought for a moment. “Wouldn’t warm apple cider
and homemade caramel apples be the perfect treat after driving up here on an
autumn afternoon?”
“I like it,” he agreed.
“At Christmas, you could have fresh baked gingerbread
cookies and hot chocolate. I bet people would come back every season just to
see what you’re serving upon check-in.”
“I think I’d come back here just to see you.” He pulled her
toward him. “You’re incredible.”
“Me?” She glanced around the foyer. “Look what you’ve done
with this place in the time I’ve been here.”
“You inspire me.” He brushed his lips against hers.
She pressed her palm to his cheek. “Your tender side is so
adorable.”
“I thought you liked my rough side.” He nodded toward the
staircase. “I can still hear you screaming at what we did up there last night.”
Delicious sensations coursed through her landing between her
thighs when she thought about what they had done on the steps.
“I’m beginning to fall for all of your sides. This side,
this side, your back side, your front side…” She touched him inappropriately as
she spoke, but then she took his hand. “Let’s get going.”
He grabbed her jacket from the hall closet and held it for
her to step into. Once they were out back, Elyse realized she had no idea which
direction to head. It had been too many years since she’d been out there.
“Come on.” Logan laughed. “The spot you’re looking for is
down here.”
They walked through the large backyard and down a small
hill. As soon as they were through a patch of trees, Elyse remembered. She took
off toward the gazebo.
“It’s right through there.” She pointed. “I remember riding
a horse along these trails.”
“Oh, that’s right. We did keep horses for a few years. I
learned to ride here.” He shook his head. “I had forgotten all about that.”
She stopped and stared at the large gazebo. The years and
the weather had taken their toll on the once spectacular structure. “Can you
fix this?”
“It just needs to be stripped, primed and painted.” He
nodded. “It’ll probably have to wait until spring, but I can restore it.”
“Good, because I was thinking this is a perfect location for
a couple to have a romantic lunch or dinner.” Or even a wedding, she
thought. “Everything could be
Pleasure Inn in the first place. My dream. The details were vague, but
she’d dreamt of an elaborate wedding to a faceless man. She couldn’t picture
him but she woke up feeling warm and loved. The next day she packed a bag and
headed for Connecticut realizing there was nothing keeping her in New York.
“What is it?”
“Nothing.” She looked up at him. “I’m just remembering how
pretty it was.”
“Like everything else here at the Inn, that gazebo needs
some work.” He picked up the picnic basket off the table. “Come down to the
foyer; I want to show you something.”
He took her hand and led her down the main hallway to the
front of the inn. “What do you think?”
“Logan, it’s beautiful! It’s so charming.” She let go of his
hand and moved toward the antique desk that he’d placed at the entrance. “Where
did you find this?”
“In the basement. There are tons of pieces of furniture and
paintings stored down there. When I saw this desk, I thought it would be
perfect for the reception area.”
“It’s wonderful.” She ran her hand along the smooth, cherry
wood. “And it goes so well with the color of the wood of the staircase. The
guests will get such a welcoming feeling when they walk through the doors.”
She looked around the entry way. “If you could get a
companion piece for that desk, maybe something like a foyer table, you could
set it up here.” She pointed to wall across from the desk. “When guests come to
check in you could offer them seasonal drinks or snacks.”
“We could go down to the basement tonight and see what else
is down there.”
“Cool.” She thought for a moment. “Wouldn’t warm apple cider
and homemade caramel apples be the perfect treat after driving up here on an
autumn afternoon?”
“I like it,” he agreed.
“At Christmas, you could have fresh baked gingerbread
cookies and hot chocolate. I bet people would come back every season just to
see what you’re serving upon check-in.”
“I think I’d come back here just to see you.” He pulled her
toward him. “You’re incredible.”
“Me?” She glanced around the foyer. “Look what you’ve done
with this place in the time I’ve been here.”
“You inspire me.” He brushed his lips against hers.
She pressed her palm to his cheek. “Your tender side is so
adorable.”
“I thought you liked my rough side.” He nodded toward the
staircase. “I can still hear you screaming at what we did up there last night.”
Delicious sensations coursed through her landing between her
thighs when she thought about what they had done on the steps.
“I’m beginning to fall for all of your sides. This side,
this side, your back side, your front side…” She touched him inappropriately as
she spoke, but then she took his hand. “Let’s get going.”
He grabbed her jacket from the hall closet and held it for
her to step into. Once they were out back, Elyse realized she had no idea which
direction to head. It had been too many years since she’d been out there.
“Come on.” Logan laughed. “The spot you’re looking for is
down here.”
They walked through the large backyard and down a small
hill. As soon as they were through a patch of trees, Elyse remembered. She took
off toward the gazebo.
“It’s right through there.” She pointed. “I remember riding
a horse along these trails.”
“Oh, that’s right. We did keep horses for a few years. I
learned to ride here.” He shook his head. “I had forgotten all about that.”
She stopped and stared at the large gazebo. The years and
the weather had taken their toll on the once spectacular structure. “Can you
fix this?”
“It just needs to be stripped, primed and painted.” He
nodded. “It’ll probably have to wait until spring, but I can restore it.”
“Good, because I was thinking this is a perfect location for
a couple to have a romantic lunch or dinner.” Or even a wedding, she
thought. “Everything could be
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