Page 28 of Faking It with my Small Town Billionaire

“Uh-huh,” I say, feeling pretty pleased with myself. If this is how excited she is now, I can’t wait to see her face when she sees the accommodation.

I tap the address of the resort into my GPS and follow the road. It takes us another half an hour to arrive, and as I pull up in the parking lot, Lily gasps again.

“Oh, my word. Is this where we’re staying?”

I nod and smile at her.

Good choice, Orson. Give yourself a pat on the back.

With a bag in each hand, I lead her to the reception area, where we’re greeted by a pretty receptionist. While Lily’s mouth is bobbing open and closed like a goldfish, and her head is on a swivel at her surroundings, the receptionist gives me a sultry smile.

Sorry, Miss. Not interested.

“Orson Donovan,” I say.

“Welcome to the Edgewood, Mr. Donovan.” She’s all toothy smiles, but I ignore her and turn to watch Lily gawping at the elegant interior of the reception area. It is pretty amazing. I’ve stayed here before, which is the reason I chose it in the first place.

“You have two rooms booked with us, Mr. Donovan?” The receptionist raises an eyebrow.

“I do. My fiancée says I snore really loudly.” I nod to Lily, who thankfully isn’t paying me any attention at all.

“Oh.” The receptionist falters a little. “I see.”

After that ordeal is over, I take our room cards and decline the receptionist’s offer to show us to the rooms. “It’s okay. I know where they are.”

“Well, enjoy your stay with us, Mr. Donovan.”

Lily has finally finished her starry-eyed reception gazing, and seeing me jerk my head, she hurries over to my side.

“This place is amazing,” she gasps under her breath.

“Oh, but you haven’t seen the best part yet.”

“Holy cow!” she cries, when I open the door to her room.

I booked the King Rooms. They’re the best, in my opinion. My favorite part is the beautiful fireplace that sits upon a shelf of ready cut logs. That, and the terrace that opens up onto a delightfully serene wooded area.

Currently, though, I’m trying not to laugh at Lily, who’s running around the room like a child.

“Look at this,” she says, running her hands over the elegantly covered lounging chairs. “Oh, and this.” She runs over to look at the fireplace. A second after that, she rushes into the bathroom. “Have you seen the size of this bath?” she shrieks, her voice echoing against the tiles. And then she’s back in the room, and out on the terrace. “Oh, this is just stunning.”

I have yet to move from the place I am standing. I don’t need to see all this stuff. My joy comes from watching her utter amazement and delight. When she returns to the room, now a little breathless, she’s grinning at me.

“This is amazing. Thank you.”

And then she catches sight of the king size bed, and her smile falters.

“I have the room next door,” I say quickly.

Her gaze moves back to me, and her cheeks bloom red. “Oh, yes. Sure. Of course.”

I smile and throw her the key card. “That’s for you.”

She catches it. “Thanks.”

“There’s free Wi-Fi, a pool, a bar, a beach, swimming pools, and Lord knows what else. I don’t know about you, but I need a shower and a nap, not necessarily in that order.”

She laughs.

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