LillyI’ve only stayed in fancy hotels when clients are paying, but this hotel might be the best one of all. The shower is massive, with three showerheads and a bench, and all the towels are sinfully fluffy. I sit on the bench under the hot spray and soap with the scented body wash they’ve supplied.
“Hey there. I’m glad to see you.” She gives me a genuine smile, and I smile back. “How are you enjoying the wedding?”“It’s um, lovely. I’ve been enjoying the property. I want to get out and take some photos tomorrow morning.”“Of the ocean? It’s magical here.”“I love how dramatic it is. I’ll take
Ah, shit. I’m frozen. I don’t know what to say. Levi would tell me that my charm and my kindness are my greatest assets. Time to find out. “But don’t you think he’s like, a little too rich?” I roll my eyes, and Amora and Cataleya are silent for one shocked moment before they burst out laughing.“Too
MichaelLilly looks hot and prepared for anything. She’s wearing absurdly practical outdoor gear. Yoga pants and little hiking boots and another one of those tight tank tops. Her nose stud is in today, and her hair is down and feathery around her face. I want to grab her and haul her back to my room
“It’s okay.”“It’s not, though. You saved Levi’s life. On the hardest night of your life. And then you lied to the cops to protect him. I’ll never forget it. Thank you.” Her voice is husky with emotion, and I shut my eyes. It was the worst night of my life, and the tequila helped, at first. Until we
LillyMichaellooks pleased with himself when we put our markers down. All I can think is he’s going to learn how much I’ve obsessed over him.“Alright.” Cataleya claps her hands. “Time to grade the answers. Start at the top and read them out to your partner. And remember, people, this is supposed to
He signals for Cataleya. She and Amora come around to congratulate us. Richard slaps Michaelon the back, a little too forcefully.Amora claps her hands together. “You guys are going to love the couple’s massage. They’re actually going to teach you how to massage each other.” I barely control my flin
“Thank you,” I murmur.His thumbs dig into my shoulders, and I melt into the bench with a soft groan. He inhales sharply. Strong hands sweep over my sides, down my back, to the base of my spine, where he presses, the way Ana showed him. And then lower. Oh, god. He’s so close. He kneads the side of m