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“Okay,” she confirmed.
“I know it’s just because you want to try out that shower.”
She laughed. “I do. But not alone.”
“That can be arranged.”
Late morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and criss-crossed the large bedroom. Leilah stretched lazily, like a cat, and smiled at Ryan, who was padding across the floor with a coffee tray.
“Morning,” she said in a voice still husky with sleep.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered.
He handed her a coffee and slipped back into bed beside her.
She sipped the strong, hot beverage. “Mmm. This has been some first date. Five-star dinner—”
“In bed.” He kissed her neck.
“Five-star lovemaking—”
“In bed.” He kissed her shoulder. “And in the shower.” He kissed her other shoulder.
“And the bath,” she reminded him.
“Oh, yeah. Can’t forget the bathtub.” He nuzzled her neck.
“And now coffee—”
“In bed.”
She placed her mug on the bedside table and took his from his hand. “What time is checkout?”
“We have a late checkout,” he told her. “Why? Do you have something in mind?”
She grinned up at him then flipped over on top of him and smiled down at him. “Maybe.” She kissed his eyelid.
“Is it something we can do in bed?” he asked innocently.
She laughed and pounced on him.
After several more rounds of lovemaking and lunch—in bed—they conceded it was time to get dressed and leave. By then, the morning sun had turned into a late afternoon sun. Leilah felt sated, satisfied, and serene.
“This has been the most amazing first date on record,” she said.
Ryan ushered her out of the suite and to the elevator. “It’s not over yet.”
She gave him a look of disbelief. “I can’t imagine what’s left.”
He just grinned.
When they exited the elevator, he directed her to one of the round sofas in the lobby and then found the valet. After a lengthy whispered conversation, he returned.
“Is everything okay with the car?” she asked, her blissed-out state starting to give way to the hassles of real life.
“Well, there is a tiny issue.”
“Oh, no.”
