Page 32 of David's Proposal

The suite entrance is dark blue.

A perfect theme for this hotel.

Making a beeline for the door, I stride past sleek tables with slender vases overflowing with armfuls of flowers and framed photography strewn across the walls.

The door opens smoothly, and surprise, surprise… A blue-lit room stretches out in front of me.

Strategically placed blue lamps cast blobs of color around the black and white decor.

Dim lights increase the magic of the place while a glass wall ushers in the view of an indoor pool.

“What the…?”

I inch closer and push through the doors leading to the patio and the pool where a matching glass ceiling streams in the dark night sky.

Blue lights are scattered around the bottom of the pool and the concrete edge, while flowers pop up everywhere.

I stroll by the pool, the echo of my heels hitting the tiles bouncing around the space.

I can’t imagine swimming in the pool right now, but the sight of it is truly amazing.

A couple of lounge chairs sit by the pool with rolled towels, support pillows, and neatly folded robes nearby.

Is this place his second home?

Maybe.

I saunter back, enter the large bedroom, and lie on the bed.

My back hits the plump pillow, and I feel like an angel’s arms wrap around me.

My bed at home is decent, but the mattress is nothing like this.

I tip my head to the side, take in the pool and the lights around the room, as well as the ones gleaming outside,

Slowly, I drag my eyes around the room.

I’m sure there’s a sound system somewhere, so I push up and slide off the bed before checking the place.

Eventually I find a small remote on the table and play with it.

I can turn on and also dim the lights with it.

It also slides open a wall and brings out a TV.

I check every button on the remote before hitting the right one, and music plays. A soft, instrumental tune.

“Perfect,” I murmur, heading back to the bed.

From an ice bucket, I scoop out a bottle of wine.

Beads of condensation slide down as I read the label.

It’s my favorite wine. The one I drank that night in his other hotel suite. I pour myself a glass of wine, untie my belt, unbutton my jacket, and slide back onto the bed.

The aroma of wine tickles my nostrils as I take small sips. Warmth swirls through my blood, and I quickly get sleepy.

It’s been a long day with a lot of things happening.

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