Page 47 of The Executive Assistant

Cameron reached across the table and gently placed his hand over mine. “We’re going to have so much fun today.”

I smiled at him, relaxing a bit. “I think this is the best breakfast buffet I’ve ever had,” I said, digging into my bowl of yogurt, granola, and raspberries.

“How do you like this hotel?” he asked.

“It’s amazing. Our room has a perfect view of the ocean.”

He smiled. “You know what else this hotel has?”

“What?”

“An amazing spa.”

I stared at him. “You didn’t.”

But of course he did. He remembered that I loved spa appointments.

After breakfast, we wandered into the hotel spa, where we were instructed to change into fluffy bath robes and white slippers. First, we got a massage, lying side by side on comfortable massage beds. My massage therapist was incredible, and under her talented hands, tension I didn’t even know I had melted away.

Afterward, I separated from Cameron. I went to get a facial and body scrub while he went to the steam room.

Hours later, we emerged from the spa in our normal clothes. My skin felt smooth and glowy, and my muscles felt relaxed.

“That was amazing,” I said. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He took my hand. “Want to get lunch?”

After a delicious lunch at a restaurant by the beach, we returned to the hotel. It was mid-afternoon, and the sun was shining high in the sky. Since it was warm, we decided to take a dip in the hotel pool.

We returned to our hotel room, changed into our swimsuits and slathered on sunscreen. The hotel’s outdoor pool was large, with several different sections of various depths. Luckily, there weren’t too many other people there, allowing us to swim around and flick water at each other like silly teenagers.

“You’re paying for that,” Cameron told me before lunging through the water at me, wrapping his arms around my body and crushing me against him.

I laughed as I grabbed at his shoulders, kicking my feet to keep myself above water. “Sore loser.”

All weekend, he’d made me smile so much that my cheeks were hurting. I couldn’t ever remember feeling so hooked on someone before.

“You look really sexy in this swimsuit,” Cameron continued, his hands drifting up my sides, admiring the light pink, halter one-piece that hugged my body. The plunging v-neck was a tease, even if he already knew what was underneath the thin material.

“You look good yourself,” I replied, playfully snapping the waist of his dark blue swim trunks.

“I aim to please.”

My stomach ached as I laughed at his ridiculous expression. “Alright, alright. I need to go put on more sunscreen.”

Cameron kissed my cheek before releasing me. I climbed out of the pool, pausing to look at him, moving through the water like some kind of Greek god. Oh, yeah. I was hooked.

I tore my eyes away from the sight and headed to the lounge chair where we had set down our things. I grabbed the sunscreen off the chair, but I paused when my eyes caught sight of my phone next to the room key. I glanced over at Cameron, but he was facing the other way, his back to me.

I’d told myself to put work out of my mind, but it wouldn’t hurt if I checked my notifications really quickly. It was a Saturday, so I doubted there’d be anything, but checking would give me peace of mind.

After drying off my hands, I picked up my phone and opened my notifications tab. My heart stopped.

I had received hundreds of emails and multiple missed calls. Most pressing of all were the missed calls and the emails from Henry. We’d submitted the campaign the whole company had worked for weeks on, so why was he calling?

“Oh shit,” I said, fearing the worst. I put my back to the pool, moving into the shade so that I could properly see my phone screen. I opened up one of the emails from Henry, my stomach twisting as I read it.

We’ve decided we want to revise the direction of the campaign. We discussed one version of the campaign when we first started talking before deciding on this new one. After talking with my team, I believe it’s best if we return to the first version.

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