Page 9 of Love By The Falls

“Really, Jane. This is too much.”

“Wow, that is incredible! But, Charlotte, that isn’t the room Sage and I booked. It was a pretty standard room. I think Casey might have upgraded you.”

“Really? Oh, gosh. This is too much. How will I–”

“Stop fretting, and just enjoy it.”

“I will. And I’ll send Casey a lengthy text thanking him after I speak with Charlie.”

“Oh, Charlie’s not here. Austin took the kids for ice cream, but I’ll have him call you before bed.”

I frown, unable to stop myself, and Jane sees it. “None of that. Your face will only bring him down. Go on, enjoy that incredible room, and then head down to the beach. Don’t forget to take lots of photos.”

“I will. Thanks.”

While the bright blue water of the pool looks inviting, Jane’s right. I can’t wait to put my feet in the Caribbean sand. Unzipping my luggage, I pull out my swimsuit. Sage insisted I buy a new bikini and I’m glad she did. The black and gold pattern is flattering against my olive skin tone, and I give myself a once over in the mirror before opening the bedroom door.

Oh my God!

“Ahh!”

I scream and throw a hand over my chest when I see a man in a three-piece suit sitting on the living room couch typing on a laptop.

“Jesus!” he shouts. “Who the hell are you?”

3

Caleb

There’s a half-naked woman standing outside my bedroom door. While I’m taken aback, I’m not exactly angry about it.

She’s wearing a bikini, which I wouldn’t describe as skimpy, although she has plenty of curves and not enough fabric to contain them.

Her hair is in loose waves and covers her shoulders to the top of her chest, and her legs are shapely and tanned. Her brown eyes are large and round, with slightly arched eyebrows across her face.

She’s lovely.

“Who the hell areyou?” she replies to my similar question. She purses her plump red lips, and I’m distracted for a moment. “Get out before I call security.” She points to the door, but the movement only draws attention to her heaving chest.

She’s an excellent actress; I’ll give her that. I’ve had several women show up inside my hotel rooms, but none have acted outraged and pretended to be the one whose privacy was invaded. Extra points for creativity.

“Look, I appreciate the added theatrics, but they’re unnecessary. I’ve had a long flight, and I just want to get some work done before people leave the office for the day. Feel free to stop by the mini bar on the way out.”

Her mouth hangs open, and she leans forward. “Wh—Wh—” she sputters before finally making a coherent sentence. “What are you talking about? This is my room, and you’re the one who’s leaving.”

I sigh, admittedly a little dramatic, but fuck, I’m tired. I didn’t want to go on this trip, but I’d received a tip that Guerrero would be at this resort, so I booked a last-minute reservation. Or at least my assistant booked it.

I stand to put an end to this little performance when there’s a knock at the door. We stare at each other. “Are you expecting someone?” I ask, eyebrows arched.

She shakes her head.

Watching her, I walk over to the door. For a second, I wonder if this is an ambush to rob me. I glance through the peephole and breathe a little easier when there’s a man in a hotel uniform waiting on the other side.

“Excuse me, sir,” he says when I open the door. “My apologies, but there’s been a mistake. The front desk wrote the wrong room number on the lady’s card and only just realized it now.” He steps closer and stretches his neck forward. “Miss, your room is on the other side of the resort, in our garden view section. It is thestandard one you booked. Please, let me take you there now.”

The woman’s face falls, and a pink blush rises on her cheeks. “Oh,” she says, and nods. “I’ll… I’ll just go get my things.” She turns around slowly, glancing at the pool just outside the bedroom doors.

It’s hard to explain why I find the notion uncomfortable. It isn’t as though she is being kicked onto the streets, but something in her expression makes it feel wrong. Or maybe I feel guilty for assuming she was some gold digger.

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