Page 65 of Mr. Big Mistake
Thoughtfulness wasn’t a trait I would’ve ever assigned to Brenden. But, with each passing day, I saw a new side of him. A dedicated side. A passionate side. A caring side, and now a thoughtful side. I wondered what else our spontaneous trip might bring. I wondered what other surprises were in store for me.
My question was answered when we got up to the suite, though.
“Oh. My. God,” I said.
Brenden wrapped his arm around me. “You like it?”
I slowly walked over to the windows at the far end of the room, looking out over the ocean.
“Can we sleep with the windows open so we can hear it?” I asked.
He chuckled. “We can do whatever you want.”
I turned back toward the view. “I didn’t bring a bathing suit. I didn’t know I needed to pack one.”
“Well, there’s a shop downstairs. I’m sure we can find something that fits your body perfectly down there.”
I blushed. “Won’t that charge the bathing suit to the room, though?”
He shrugged. “So?”
I sighed. “I don’t want to take your money, Brenden.”
“And you’re not. It’s a bathing suit, Kelly. Forty bucks tops.”
“If you say so.”
The soft gray walls and the white crown molding and baseboards lent a soft palate of color to the bright blue and yellow accents. The microfiber furniture looked plush and ready to welcome my body, and the knotty pine wood used for furniture accents took my breath away. Each of the rooms had its own en-suite master bathroom with a jetted tub and a glass-encased shower. The accent pillows sparkled with blues and yellows, swirling with floral designs, and the king-sized beds called to my entire body.
I felt Brenden’s hand on the small of my back, though, and it pulled me back to the present.
“What do you say about hanging out around here tonight?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I’m okay with that. What would you like to do?”
“Well, this place has a hotel restaurant and bar. Plus, it’s got a tiki bar by the pool and three different hot tubs.”
“Oh, sounds nice.”
“Mhm. So, here’s what I’m thinking: we go snag you a bathing suit and enjoy some cocktails by the hot tub. We wait out the sun until it sets, then we come back up here, get dressed, and go enjoy the five-course meal the hotel restaurant offers.”
I giggled. “Sounds delightful.”
He held me close. “Great. I’ve been told that if you sit by the hot tub outside, you can watch the sun set over the ocean while sipping cocktails and enjoying the warmth pouring from the jets, without actually getting in.”
“Well, I’m getting in the hot tub. They’re so relaxing.”
He smiled. “Noted.”
I quirked an eyebrow. “You seem to be taking a lot of notes there, mister.”
He grinned. “Maybe I am. Does that bother you?”
“No. Doesn’t bother me. Just makes me wonder what you’ve got brewing in that mind of yours.”
He rubbed my back. “Look out towards the water.”
“What?”
