Page 472 of His Virgin Romance Series

BRIE

“Where are we going?” I asked excitedly.

We had spent fifteen minutes in a car driving along Oahu’s lesser-traveled roads. All the while, Seth had refused to tell me where we were heading. It was nice to sit in the front seat of his convertible, with his hand wrapped around my shoulders. We probably looked like a still out of an old movie, and the thought amused me.

“You’re not going to tell me?” I asked.

He laughed. “I had no idea you were so impatient.”

It was a glorious Sunday, but it was the first time in weeks that I’d gotten to enjoy a weekend. Seth and I had been working around the clock, and when I did manage to carve out a little free time, he was always busy. So this morning when I had woken up, I had been surprised to see him sitting at the foot of the bed with a huge smile on his face.

He had told me to get dressed because he had a surprise for me. Twenty minutes later, we were driving away from the resort in Seth’s vintage blue convertible. He had kept quiet about where we were going, and a part of me was intrigued and excited to be left in the dark.

“I can be sometimes,” I nodded.

“Well, you won’t have to wait long now,” he said as he pulled up on the outskirts of the beach.

We got down, and he walked around to me and took my hand. “Ready?”

“We’re going down to the beach?”

“I suppose we are,” he nodded, as he led the way.

“Are we swimming?” I wondered out loud.

“This particular side of the beach is not ideal for swimming,” he said as we stepped onto the soft, warm sand.

Thankfully, I had chosen to wear my flip-flops and a comfortable sundress. “I’m not sure I packed my swimsuit,” I said, biting my lip.

“You won’t need a swimsuit,” he assured me.

We walked down the sloping beach where the waves were lapping against the shore. There were a couple of locals wading in the clear blue water next to a bright yellow motorboat.

“Mr. Seth!” one of the men called as we approached.

“Akoni,” Seth waved. “Is everything ready?”

“Everything is ready Mr. Seth,” he nodded. “Have a good time.”

“Will do,” Seth nodded, leading me straight to the boat.

I smiled at the men as Seth helped me into the boat and started up the engine. A few seconds later, we were zooming across the water, and the three men by the beach became little dots in the distance.

“Okay, seriously,” I said. “Where are we going?”

Seth laughed. “You’ll find out in five seconds,” he said.

I looked out into the horizon, and after a moment, I saw a little island in the distance. It was a tiny mass of land surrounded by shaded trees. I could make out a small structure enclosed within all the green. It looked like something out of a fantasy novel.

I wanted to ask more questions, but I was so consumed with the view that all my questions dried on my tongue as I admired how beautiful it looked. As Seth pulled up on the shore, I realized that the house was possibly the only man-made structure on the tiny private island. The house itself was shrouded from view, and I could only see a few white shutters and a large ornamental balcony from my vantage point.

Before Seth had docked the motorboat, I jumped out and ran into the island. It was lovely, and as I walked further in, the trees shielded the whole island from the sun’s harsher rays. I realized there were steps leading up to the house, whose architecture was almost Victorian in its intricate little details.

“What do you think?” Seth asked, coming up behind me.

“This place is amazing,” I said. “How did you even find it?”

“The previous owner was looking to sell,” he told me. “And, I was looking to buy.”

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