bellman was patiently waiting by my door. I rushed over and opened for him. The surprises continued. The room was spectacular. Movie perfect. Digging out my phone, I snapped a few shots. The girls were not going to believe this. Karli was going to fucking die!
After my luggage was unloaded, I went to compensate my bellman and found that his tip had already been taken care of. He smiled reassuringly and closed the door quietly behind him. I dug through my purse and my fingers found the envelope from Mr. Stone. Okay, I was here. Now what? My doorbell rang and I wondered if it was him . Shit. I smoothed my hair back and answered. A tall man with a large bag stood on the other side.
“Ms. Solaris, this delivery is for you, if you would please sign?”
He handed me an electronic signature pad and I signed. What else could I do? I hung the bag from a closet door and unzipped. Holy crap! The red dress was stunning. Anxious now, I dug out the envelope and opened it.
I have arranged to have dinner tomorrow night at 7:00 p.m. Wear the dress. We will discuss the Terms and Conditions attached. Rest tonight. You will need your strength for tomorrow. Until then…JP Stone .
My hand fell to my side. Until then ? What the holy hell was that supposed to mean? What happened to I anxiously await your arrival ? I was pissed.
Slamming the note down on the table, I stomped into the bathroom. My anger abated some when I got a load of the huge Jacuzzi waiting for me in the corner.
After a nice long bath, I ordered room service and phoned Karli. Then I proceeded to stay up until an ungodly hour watching cable. Rest be damned.
DAY 2
I was freaking exhausted! Piercing light streamed through and hit me square in the eyes. Because I had fallen asleep in the middle of Pretty Woman , the huge curtains hadn’t been shut so now I had to get my ass up and close them. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. Well that explained it. It was already noon.
Gee…seven hours to go until I met Mr. Wonderful. The only thing that could get me moving was the thought of shopping the day away. I jumped out of the bed and took a quick shower. After a yummy breakfast, I slipped on my Uggs and made a beeline for the door. Four hours later that poor bellman was pushing a cart full of bags up to my room. I was in my element. Bags and bags of clothes, shoes, jewelry, scarves…what was I thinking? How was I going to get all this back to New York? My luggage was already overstuffed. Oh well. I would figure something out. Grinning like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland , I pulled out the black cocktail dress I had purchased. If Mr. Stone wanted to play, I was game.
* * *
I was pacing when the doorbell rang at precisely seven. Taking a quick glance in the mirror, I smoothed my pin straight hair and adjusted my strapless dress. Another note had been waiting for me after the shopping spree. Apparently, we were dining in the resort and I was to meet him at the bar. The same man stood waiting patiently when I opened.
“Mr. Stone asked that I escort you. Shall we?”
I nodded and took his arm. By the time we reached the lobby my heart was pounding a hole in my chest. He motioned toward the bar. There were three men in the corner he indicated. I looked back at him and he smiled. How would I know? I observed them all. Two of them sat while one stood to the side. He was tall and very well formed. Then he turned and my jaw fell loose. I looked back at my escort for reassurance. He only smiled and pushed me forward. “He is waiting.”
I walked, or did I float, over to him? My chest swelled and I thought I was getting a bit lightheaded. The slight scowl on his face brought me back to the situation and away from his stunning good looks. His hazel eyes narrowed, studying my dress. Then he took a sip of his drink and smiled.
“Gia, it’s my pleasure to finally meet you. Drink?” He moved and there were two chairs behind him.
I sat,
After my luggage was unloaded, I went to compensate my bellman and found that his tip had already been taken care of. He smiled reassuringly and closed the door quietly behind him. I dug through my purse and my fingers found the envelope from Mr. Stone. Okay, I was here. Now what? My doorbell rang and I wondered if it was him . Shit. I smoothed my hair back and answered. A tall man with a large bag stood on the other side.
“Ms. Solaris, this delivery is for you, if you would please sign?”
He handed me an electronic signature pad and I signed. What else could I do? I hung the bag from a closet door and unzipped. Holy crap! The red dress was stunning. Anxious now, I dug out the envelope and opened it.
I have arranged to have dinner tomorrow night at 7:00 p.m. Wear the dress. We will discuss the Terms and Conditions attached. Rest tonight. You will need your strength for tomorrow. Until then…JP Stone .
My hand fell to my side. Until then ? What the holy hell was that supposed to mean? What happened to I anxiously await your arrival ? I was pissed.
Slamming the note down on the table, I stomped into the bathroom. My anger abated some when I got a load of the huge Jacuzzi waiting for me in the corner.
After a nice long bath, I ordered room service and phoned Karli. Then I proceeded to stay up until an ungodly hour watching cable. Rest be damned.
DAY 2
I was freaking exhausted! Piercing light streamed through and hit me square in the eyes. Because I had fallen asleep in the middle of Pretty Woman , the huge curtains hadn’t been shut so now I had to get my ass up and close them. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. Well that explained it. It was already noon.
Gee…seven hours to go until I met Mr. Wonderful. The only thing that could get me moving was the thought of shopping the day away. I jumped out of the bed and took a quick shower. After a yummy breakfast, I slipped on my Uggs and made a beeline for the door. Four hours later that poor bellman was pushing a cart full of bags up to my room. I was in my element. Bags and bags of clothes, shoes, jewelry, scarves…what was I thinking? How was I going to get all this back to New York? My luggage was already overstuffed. Oh well. I would figure something out. Grinning like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland , I pulled out the black cocktail dress I had purchased. If Mr. Stone wanted to play, I was game.
* * *
I was pacing when the doorbell rang at precisely seven. Taking a quick glance in the mirror, I smoothed my pin straight hair and adjusted my strapless dress. Another note had been waiting for me after the shopping spree. Apparently, we were dining in the resort and I was to meet him at the bar. The same man stood waiting patiently when I opened.
“Mr. Stone asked that I escort you. Shall we?”
I nodded and took his arm. By the time we reached the lobby my heart was pounding a hole in my chest. He motioned toward the bar. There were three men in the corner he indicated. I looked back at him and he smiled. How would I know? I observed them all. Two of them sat while one stood to the side. He was tall and very well formed. Then he turned and my jaw fell loose. I looked back at my escort for reassurance. He only smiled and pushed me forward. “He is waiting.”
I walked, or did I float, over to him? My chest swelled and I thought I was getting a bit lightheaded. The slight scowl on his face brought me back to the situation and away from his stunning good looks. His hazel eyes narrowed, studying my dress. Then he took a sip of his drink and smiled.
“Gia, it’s my pleasure to finally meet you. Drink?” He moved and there were two chairs behind him.
I sat,
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