Page 408 of His Virgin Romance Series

“I’m so tempted to hit the beach right away,” I said. “But I’m just so jet-lagged.”

“Get some rest,” she advised. “You can explore the island tomorrow with fresh eyes. Would you like me to make you a booking at one of our restaurants for tonight?”

“How many restaurants do you have?”

“Four,” she replied. “There’s the Lagoon, which specializes in seafood; we have Spices, which specializes in Asian fusion. Then there’s Mosaic, which is our international restaurant that produces dishes inspired by many cultures and countries across the world. And finally, we have Pepe Albero, which is our Italian restaurant.”

“Geez,” I said. “That’s quite a choice.”

“We also have the Cove,” she continued. “Which is our bar lounge where you can order a range of different snack and pub foods, not to mention cocktails.”

I whistled. “I think maybe I’ll just stay in my room tonight,” I said. “Maybe order in.”

“Of course,” she nodded. “You’ll find our in-room menu on your bedside table.”

“This place is fantastic,” I said as Alani started moving down the hall.

“Mr. Dubois is a visionary,” Alani said, and it was obvious by her tone that she was as impressed with her boss as I was. “He was instrumental in the architecture of the resort, and he was involved every step of the way.”

I nodded, looking around at the casual blend of modern and classical elegance. “I can see his influence,” I said. “He always did like mixing periods.”

Alani led me to huge double doors and knocked once. I heard a faint “come in,” and then she pushed open the door and gestured me inside. I took a deep breath and entered.

Seth was sitting behind a desk, with his back to yet another stunning ocean view. But somehow, the scenery seemed to pale in comparison to the man who stood to greet me.

It had been six years since I’d last seen him, and yet in the three seconds that it took him to cross the room towards me, I regressed back to that shy eighteen-year-old girl whose only goal in life was to impress Seth Dubois.

He was still as handsome as ever, except now there was maturity to his features that only served to enhance his looks. I remembered daydreaming about that strong, confident jaw, the slant of his cheekbones, the way his dark eyes could look passionate and dangerous in the same breath.

“Brie!” he smiled.

I pushed back my nerves and reminded myself that I was no longer the shy and insecure eighteen-year-old I used to be.

“Hello, Seth,” I replied calmly.

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