Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I walk in first and stop again in my tracks, making Ace smash into me. His hand grips my hip once again, and my stomach flutters. There are red rose petals in a path from the front door to the glass doors that lead to the bedroom. White candles in glass vases light up the already bright room. A beige couch against the wall has a brown coffee table in front of it. A silver bucket sits in the middle with a bottle of champagne chilling. Two crystal glasses are next to it with a whole plate of fresh fruit. Roberto is going on and on about the room, and I slowly move away from Ace and his grip on me to go straight to the bedroom. The whole back wall of the room is glass windows that slide open. A soft breeze makes the white veil that is hanging around the four-poster bed sway. "If you come this way," Roberto invites, stepping out in front of the bed to the patio that looks like it goes all the way around. "This is your private pool." He points at the pool off to the side next to the four-poster daybed that has the same white linen on it. “And those stairs lead down to the ocean." He gestures to the stairs.
"There is only one bed." I look back at Roberto, who just smirks. My heart suddenly kicks up when I feel Ace beside me.
"Only one bed." He nods at me.
"So how about another villa?" Ace asks him. "Like that one." He points at the villa next door.
"You don't like this one?" Roberto asks, crushed.
"Oh, we love this one," Ace starts to say. "But is there one with two beds?" Roberto looks at Ace and then me and then back at Ace again. "She snores." And my mouth goes wide in shock.
"He squeals like a pig when we have sex, so I don't want to bother the neighbors."
He claps his hands. "This is a honeymoon resort. But it's very discreet, and you can't hear the sex."
"What about a room over there?" He points at what looks like little villas.
"That's the family part of the resort, and it's all booked. There is a big hockey family down for a family vacation. Booked the whole thing," Roberto says. "You relax, and I get your luggage, yeah?"
"That sounds great," I say, suddenly nervous that I'll be stuck here in a one-bedroom room with Ace.
He nods and walks out of the room, and I look over at Ace. His arm comes up to run his fingers through his hair, and I see the muscles of his arm bulge. His button-down shirt also lifts a bit at the hem, and I have to look away before he catches me. "It's going to be fine," he says, and I look over at him, finally seeing him holding his neck, which makes his chest puff out. I've always found him attractive. If you asked me what my husband would look like, I always said brown hair and blue eyes. "We can make this work. I can sleep on the couch." He turns to walk back into the room and stops, and I stop next to him.
There is a rose-petal-shaped heart in the middle of the bed. "Jesus." He scratches his head and heads back into the living room. The rose petals under his feet go everywhere. He grabs the bottle of champagne and pops it. It's exploding all over him, spraying his shirt and then onto his shorts. He tries to jump out of the way, but it slowly stops. "That did not work out the way I thought it would." He laughs at himself, putting the bottle down on the table and then unbuttoning his shirt. My eyes watch his hands as if it's in slow motion. He gets to the last button and then just lets his shirt hang on the sides. He bends to grab the champagne bottle and fills both glasses, and then he shakes off the excess champagne on his hands. "Here you go." He picks up the glasses and holds one out for me with a smile. Everything inside me suddenly stops. My heart speeds up, and my stomach feels like there is a tornado going on inside me. "To the missus." He smirks and holds up his hand. My eyes go to his chest, and I swallow down, lifting my hand and clicking my glass to his before turning around as if my eyes would burn out of my skull if I kept staring at him.
There is a knock on the door, and I'm suddenly happy to get my heart rate down as I see Roberto come in with our luggage. "Here you are. If you like, we will bring you some lunch."