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The Tycoon's Vacation(5)

By:Melody Anne





 

 

She climbed from the bed and looked into the closet to see her few clothing items were there. She slipped a sundress on and followed her nose. The man from the beach was sitting at a table, in an enormous room, removing lids from what looked like a very good salad and seafood pasta. He spotted her and immediately jumped up. She had to blink twice to make sure she was really seeing him. She couldn't believe he was real. She came really close to asking him to remove his shirt, so she could see if his chest and stomach were really as gorgeous as she remembered, while delirious.

"How are you doing, Trinity?" he asked her, with concern.

"I'm fine. Where am I and why are you here?" she asked with curiosity but not really caring all that much. She wanted the food that was on the table, though. He saw her gaze focused on the food and laughed, before he led her to the table and removed some more lids. She grabbed the bowl of salad and started shoving bites into her mouth. It was the best thing she'd ever tasted. She actually groaned, before she could stop it, then laughed.

"I'm sorry but I don't know when I ate last," she said and gobbled up more food. She couldn't remember ever being as hungry as she was right then.

"It's fine really; I was getting ready to wake you up when you came out. You have been asleep for fourteen hours. The doctor said he'd given you a pretty large dose of pain killer and I was checking on you often but still, I was beginning to worry. He also didn't want you alone, so I volunteered to take care of you," he finally answered her earlier question, or at least half of it.

"Where am I?" she asked him again.

"The hotel upgraded you, since you went through such a bad accident," he said with a shrug.

"That's so great. My old room was pretty spectacular but come on, look at this room," she said with excitement. He looked around, trying to see it from her eyes. It was really nice but he'd gotten so used to luxury rooms he tended not to notice them anymore.

"So what exactly happened? I was swimming one minute, then all I know is I felt this horrible pain in my head, then blackness, till I woke up to see you above me," she asked him, as she continued eating.

"I was out surfing and didn't see you. I ran into you with my surfboard," he said, afraid she was going to get angry. She surprised him when she started laughing. He stared at her, like she really did have a concussion and maybe he should call the doctor.

"Sorry, really I am but you have to admit, it's pretty funny. I've never had a vacation before, ever in my life. I'm always the good girl who does everything right and always plays it safe and then on my first day of vacation I take a swim and get whacked in the head. It's pretty amusing," she said still laughing. 

He had expected her to get angry or even worse, to know exactly who he was and threaten to sue but no, she was laughing like it was no big deal. He began to relax, which could be dangerous.

"I really am very sorry," he tried once again.

"Seriously it's not like you went out there on purpose and thought to yourself, 'hmm I think I'd like to hit someone today,' so don't worry about it. After all, I did get this amazing suite and that's worth a nasty headache," she said with sincerity. "I actually feel a bit guilty about it because they could rent it to someone else. I'll tell them it's no big deal tomorrow," she said, in a matter of fact tone.

"I'm sure they are more than happy to let you stay here and recuperate fully. Why not enjoy the nice room and have a spectacular vacation. There are some amazing things to do here," he told her. She wrinkled her brow, as if she really had to think about it.

"I'm too tired to even think about moving at the moment, so I'll have to think some more on it. What time is it anyway?" she asked

"It's about five in the morning," he said with a yawn. "You slept the rest of the afternoon and most of the night," he finished.

"Wow that's a bummer. I wasted an entire day of vacation. I'll just have to make up for it today," she said with a shrug. He could think of ways of making the vacation pretty great. He hadn't wanted a woman so quickly in too long to remember. He was starting to hope they could benefit each other.

"I'd love to be your tour guide, if you'd let me," he offered her.

"Are you here on vacation too?" she asked.

"I am for now," he told her. He was telling her the truth, partially. He'd come for a vacation but it was only supposed to be for a few days, then he had to get to work. He decided right then his vacation was extended.

"Well in that case, I'd love to have a tour guide," she said and then she looked up at him with suspicion. She took in his surf shorts and t-shirt with a frown. "What do you do for a living?" she asked him suspiciously. He knew it was a test of some sort but he didn't know what the right answer was. He knew he didn't want her to know he owned resorts because she'd figure out quickly this one was his. He also didn't want to stray too far from the truth because once you started weaving lies, it was really hard to break free from them.