Page 74 of Away With You
Later that evening, I find myself on the bed, wrapped in a robe made of clouds. Or at least that’s what it feels like. After a long, lingering kiss and a guttural groan that made my knees knock, Nathan left to attend George’s Stag Do, and I had an afternoon to myself. To indulge.
The first thing I did was load up my Kindle and take advantage of the afternoon sun. I spent a blissful hour out on the deck, engrossed in the words of Kristin Hannah. Then, after the reading turned to napping, I woke to find the outdoor hot tub calling my name. Like a sloth, I crawled from my lounger and immersed my body in the blistering hot water, allowing it to soak any remaining tension from my body.
Once my body was sufficiently pickled and looking like a prune, I rinsed off with a cool water shower, and upon consultation with Giselle, I ordered the most popular dish onthe menu, along with some chocolate cake for dessert. And now, I’m waiting for it all to arrive, wrapped in this robe that I’m definitely going to smuggle in my suitcase to take home with me.
“Dr Winslow?” Giselle’s voice calls through the door along with a soft knock.
Dinner! Excellent.
“Coming.” Jumping off the bed and almost tripping in my haste, I land at the door with a thud, opening it with eager anticipation.
“Your dinner is ready.”
Giselle wheels in a table set with pristine white linen and fine China. Even the room service here is fancy.
“Thanks!”
I bounce on my toes as she leaves, lifting a cloche and clapping at what I find. Our butler for the week has outdone herself. Turns out, when you stay at five-star resorts, the most popular dish on the menu is lobster. With a side of what looks like chips coated in truffle oil.
Helping myself to a chip, I pop it in my mouth, groaning with pleasure as I open the last cloche. It’s an entire cake. Not a slice like I’d expected, but an entire cake. Chocolate with a perfectly shining chocolate ganache coating. So shiny I can almost see my reflection in it.
“Well, I’m not sure I can eat all of that, but I’ll give it a go.”
With dinner and dessert sorted, I set myself up on the bed and flick the large-screen TV on. Scrolling through the endless supply of movies, I stop on a long-forgotten favourite—The Proposal.Another Sandra Bullock classic. With a fake dating trope.
“Fitting.”
Working my way through the most amazing food I’ve ever eaten, I’m halfway through Ryan Reynolds’ best movieperformance and my second slice of cake when there’s a thump, a bang and then a thud at the door.
“What the—?”
With a spoonful of chocolate cake in my mouth, I rush to open the door, surprised to find Nathan propped up against it with an annoyed-looking Theo behind him.
“Are you okay?” I ask Nathan, holding his arm to balance him as he wobbles.
He grins, wide and sloppy. “Kitty Kat, you’re here!”
Stumbling, he lurches into the room while his manager holds him upright. “He had a few too many tequila shots,” Theo mutters.
“It was the only way to get through the night,” Nathan counters, flopping onto our small couch and promptly lying on his back with his arms over his eyes.
I glance at Theo, who’s frowning at his friend. “Is he okay?”
Theo’s gaze locks with mine, a small smile growing on his face, turning him from handsome to breathtaking in an instant.
“I think he’ll be better now.”
My cheeks heat, and I nibble on my lips. “Well, thanks for bringing him home in almost one piece.”
His smile grows. “He likes you.”
“I like him, too,” I admit, my stomach in knots at this quiet declaration.Has Nathan been talking about me?
“Good.” Theo nods once. “I’ll leave him in your capable hands.” He raps his hand on the door frame before calling over to Nathan, “Drink some water before bed.”
Nathan waves him off with a groan.
“He’s going to wish for death in the morning.” And with that grim prediction, Theo gifts me one last heart-fluttering smile and leaves.
