“Thank you,” I bubble out. Then his warm, wet lips find mine and I sink into his embrace. My fingers weave into his thick, messy hair, and all I want to do is stand here and kiss him. But he ends my pleasure all too soon.
“Let’s get your things.” I pop open the trunk and he surprises me when he takes my things and instead of carrying them inside, he puts them in his car. Then he takes my hand and says, “Let’s go.”
“I … where … the flowers.”
His brows crease in confusion.
“I brought the gorgeous flowers you sent.”
“Ahh.” He nods.
He walks to the passenger’s side and retrieves them. “We’ll bring them, too.”
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
We drive downtown and he pulls up to the Conrad Indianapolis Hotel and a valet opens my door. I look at Drew and he gets out of the car and meets me, grabs my hand, and we walk inside to check in. Apparently he’s booked a suite for the weekend. He’s lost his mind.
Leaning in to him, I whisper, “Are you crazy? This is expensive!” He chooses to ignore me. The clerk hands him his keys and the bellman follows with our luggage on a cart. Once upstairs, the bellman gives us a brief tour of our one-bedroom suite and then leaves. When he’s gone, I say, “This is amazing, but Drew, it’s way too much.”
“Happy birthday to the love of my life. Now if you don’t stop with this train of thought, you’ll kill my pleasure. Don’t kill this for us, Cate.”
A bottle of iced champagne awaits us with two glasses and Drew heads over to uncork it. He holds up his glass and says, “Here’s to the girl who changed my life. Happy birthday, Cate.”
After we sip our tasty drinks, he announces that it’s room service tonight and tomorrow is a spa day for me. He’s lined up some sort of body treatment, massage, a manicure, and pedicure.
“And, by the way, their room service is supposed to be excellent.”
I’m stunned. I don’t know what to say. I suppose I look like some big goofy fool, because I say nothing. And then I start to cry. Not a full on ugly, boohoo cry. But an overwhelming type of cry. You know, the kind where you feel joy and loved.
“Don’t cry, babe. This is supposed to be fun for you.”
“It is,” I wail and sniff. “But I’ve never done these things before and I’m so affected—in a good way.”
He puts his hands on my shoulders and says, “Cate, look at me.”
I do as he says.
“This is only the beginning of all the things I want to do for you. So, sweet beautiful thing, you’d better get used to it in a big hurry.”
He’s all blurred as I look at him, and I smile, though it’s watery and icky, but he hugs me into his broad chest. And it’s exactly where I want to be.
In the morning, I slap Drew’s hands away as he wakes me.
“Don’t you want coffee and breakfast before you go to the spa?”
“Grr. What time is it?”
“Nine-thirty.”
“No, it’s not.” I stick my face back into my pillow, convinced he’s teasing me.
“Uh, yes it is. There’s a clock on the bedside table if you don’t believe me.”
Lifting my head, I take a quick look and am shocked to see he’s right. “Holy hell! How did I sleep this late?”
“Want me to tell you?”
Then I remember the night before and my face warms.
“Ahh, she still blushes at the thought of sex with her boyfriend.” I don’t know why, but I do.
“That wasn’t sex. What we did should be illegal.” I think about all the things his mouth did to me, and the places his fingers went, and I’m pretty sure my face is now red as an apple.
“God, I love it when your skin flushes like that.” His mouth moves to my neck and kisses me on my pulse point. “If you don’t get a move on, you’ll end up going to your spa appointment smelling like a freshly fucked woman. I don’t mind it, but I’m not sure if you do.”
Shit! I hop out of bed and make a dash for the shower, hearing his laughter follow me.
After a quick shower and some breakfast, we head off to the spa. Drew’s only getting a massage and says to meet him back in the room when I’m done.
The rest of the morning and early afternoon I am pampered, exfoliated, moisturized, massaged, hot-stoned, and given the hand and foot treatment. It’s amazingly relaxing and when I return to the room, I feel like a new woman.
Drew is watching hockey when I get back. He’s totally absorbed since the playoffs are set to begin in a couple of weeks. But as soon as I enter the room, he turns the TV off, and I’m the center of his world.
“You don’t have to do that,” I say.
He gives me a look like I’m one of the Velociraptors from Jurassic World and I just stepped off the screen and into the living room. “It’s your birthday weekend and I plan to be with you every moment. I can watch hockey any day of the week. Now, how was it?”
“Oh my goodness. It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.”
“Okay, now you’re stepping on my toes, babe. I thought I was your best.” He winks.
I laugh. “You know what I mean.”
“You loved it, then?”
“God, yeah!”
“Let me see your fingers and toes.”