Reaching a third door, he opened it as well.
"This is the study or office."
Looking in, it was in the same color scheme and large wall of window doors. The only difference was the shelves lining the walls with books, a desk and a couple of chairs.
"This," he moved across the hall, his hesitation sinking in, "is the bedroom." One bedroom.
He walked in and threw his bag at the end of the bed. I could almost physically see my body do a happy dance, while my head was screaming ‘holy shit’.
"Through there is the master bathroom." His arm was outstretched and motioning toward a large white door. I walked over and opened the door, looking inside. It was all white and simple again, but it was lovely.
"It’s really nice." I choked out, trying not to sound nervous.
"Lilli," Aidan raised an eyebrow at me.
"Hmm." Keeping my eyes off of him, I walked over to the large window doors and looked out.
"I tried to tell you there was only one bedroom when we were on the boat." He paused.
"It’s fine, Aidan. I mean, we have to sleep in the same bed eventually anyway, I guess." I shrugged still not looking at him, afraid he would realize I wasn’t as disappointed as he thought.
The weight of his eyes were becoming too much. I was never happier to hear a knock on a door. Aidan walked toward the living room. I followed.
"You can take those to the bedroom, please." He ordered two tall, tanned and very well built men.
Stepping back, I let them go around me. Once they had followed Aidan’s instructions, they appeared in the living room again.
"Anything else?" The man had a heavy Portuguese accent.
"No. Thank you Devan, Bradley." He smiled at them. "Oh, wait. Lilli."
Aidan walked towards me and took my hand, introducing me to the two men.
"Devan, Bradley, this is my wife Lilli. Lilli, this is Devan and Bradley. They handle most of the maintenance on the island." He turned to me. I’m not sure what he saw on my face, but I doubt he realized that I was feeling quite thrown by the fact that I was now someone’s wife. I told you about them, they’ll arrive about twice a week."
"Yes. It’s nice to meet you both." The words finally came out after I got past my mini freak out.
"Our sister, Carmen, will be in once a week to clean, unless needed more frequently." The one, I think was, named Devan smiled at me.
"I think once a week is fine. I can clean up after myself." I gave Aidan a questioning look.
"I clean up after myself." He laughed out at my insinuation.
"Okay guys, thank you for all your help. We’ll see you tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah, see you Aidan. Oh, and congratulations." Devan stated. "Yes, congratulations to you and your wife," Bradley added. Aidan and I both smiled and said goodbye.
He turned back to me. "So, what would you like to do?"
"I’m definitely going down to the beach," Smiling large, I practically ran to the bedroom for my bathing suit.
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Aidan
The thought of us having to sleep in the same bed was enticing as well as nerve racking. I obviously wanted to, but at the same time I had to also keep myself in line. Knowing she was pretty adamant on not having sex made it difficult to have her so close in bed, even a king sized bed.
Introducing her as my wife had rolled off my tongue like it had always been. It was way too easy to label her my wife and feel good about it.
Following her to the bedroom, I walked in on her digging through a large trunk.
"I’m going to kill her!"
"Kill who?"
She jumped and spun quickly with wide eyes. Strips of material dangled from her hands. Then it dawned on me, those tiny scraps were bathing suits.
"Umm, Phoebe," She grumbled. "She completely repacked my luggage. The little evil –"
"What did she pack?" Stepping closer, I leaned over the trunk and caught a glimpse of blue lace before she shut it.
"Nothing." She groaned. I grinned at her discomfort.
"Aww…come on." Reaching down, I lifted the trunk.
"No," she giggled and pushed the trunk down. Luckily I was stronger. "Don’t," she covered her face as I looked inside the trunk.
"Remind me to thank Phoebe." I chuckled and received a slap on my arm.
"I’m not wearing those!"
She pointed to the offending lacy items I’d lifted out of the trunk. Taking the scraps of material in her hand, she walked to the bathroom, shutting the door once inside.
Getting into my own luggage, I found my swim trunks, got into them quickly and tossed on a t-shirt. I swore I heard Lilli groan from behind the bathroom door.
"You okay in there?" I shouted, stifling my laughter.
"No," she groaned and came out of the bathroom. It took everything in me to keep my eyes from bulging out of my head and my tongue from the floor.
"This! This is what Phoebe considers a damn one piece bathing suit!"
She crossed her arms, attempting to hide herself, but it just pushed her breasts together and up, causing my swim trunks to feel suddenly tight.