Accidentally Married to the Billionaire 3(12)
Brandon poured her a glass of wine that was waiting on the cherry wood table for them.
“What kind is it?” Marj asked.
“2005 “Amour de Deutz” Blanc de Blancs. It’s made with grand cru Chardonnay and layered in textures that boast flavors of ripe cherry, grapefruit, citrus, and hints of grilled cashew. It’s definitely a romantic wine.”
She took a sip. “It’s delightful. Definitely sexy. We should’ve saved it for tonight. It would’ve definitely made tonight sparkle with pleasure and passion.”
“Have you ever had this kind of wine?” he asked.
“No. I always like the lusty Ménage à Trois 2012 Zinfandel. It’s about fourteen bucks a bottle and has a very rich, smooth finish. It’s vanilla scented and has all these jam flavors, and hints of black pepper.”
“I’m a big fan of Zinfandel.”
And if I’m wanting a sweeter wine, I go for Wilson Creek Almond Champagne. About fifteen bucks.”
“Now that’s the perfect wine to pair with desserts,” he said.
“Cuddling in front of a toasty fire or sipping in a hot tub works well, too.”
Brandon set his glass of wine down and started to unpack a few things.
She stepped out onto the balcony with its sweeping ocean view, “Let’s go swimming,” she called inside.
“Okay, give me a minute,” he said, opening his laptop. Marj shrugged and wriggled into her new black bikini. She preened for him, and he glanced up to give her an approving smile before he returned to typing. She fished sunglasses out of her handbag and popped them on.
“I’m going to head down to the pool. See you in a few?”
“Definitely,” he said, “just have to look over these contracts.”
“Don’t be too long. Or I’ll have to get a handsome stranger to put suntan lotion on my back. And we wouldn’t want that on tomorrow’s front page, would we?”
“Save me a lounge chair,” he said.
***
Marj lounged by the pool, sipped a mango margarita and waited for him. Eventually, she got too hot in the sun and took a dip in the pool to keep from turning into a flushed, sweaty mess. She wanted to look alluring, a beach goddess to make him forget his electronic devices. She swam a few lazy laps, casting envious sidelong glances at the couple full-on making out down at one end of the pool.
Seriously, his hipster straw fedora fell off and floated away in the pool and he never looked up. She didn’t think that even at her best she could make Brandon go completely oblivious that way. She hung onto the side and did some kicking exercises. After all, it took work to keep her thighs from looking jingly. Maybe she’d check out the resort gym later.
Eventually, she gave up, got out of the pool and went back upstairs. He was on the phone. He had stripped down and donned a pair of board shorts, showing off his gorgeous, muscular body. She laid a hand on his muscular bicep, and he looked at her apologetically as he barked instructions into the phone. When he finally got off the call, he swept her into his arms.
“I’m so sorry. I’m turning it off right now. See?” he grabbed the phone and powered it down.
“I know you’re busy. I’d just like you to be with me while we’re here. Because this is what you do all the time back home. And I was hoping not to compete with you your phone or your tablet or your laptop.”
“I know. And I will. It kills me that I missed our swim. How can I make it up to you?”
“Hmmm…foot massage? Dessert in bed? Maybe that dessert wine?”
“That sounds like a good start. You order up anything you want. I’ll get ready.”
“What do you have to do? Stretching exercises?” she teased.
“You’ll see. You want romance and I’m going to deliver.”
Within minutes, he had sprinkled flower petals on the bed, “Where’d you get those?”
“Don’t look too close at the orchids in the bathroom,” he said, as he brought in a teakwood tray with glass apothecary bottles of oils arranged on a small white towel, “Now lie down,” he instructed. Marj obeyed, stretching out across the massive bed, facedown in her bikini.
“Vanilla or the other one?”
“What’s the other one?”
“I don’t’ know. Not vanilla. I’m a guy, Marj. It smells flowery.”
“Okay, then I’ll take flowery,” she said, sighing as she sank into the fragrant softness and his hands were warm upon her back. He had only promised a foot massage but she wasn’t about to complain.
Several minutes into the most sensuous and relaxing massage ever, room service knocked on the door, and he went to answer it. She rolled over on her side and watched him go, admiring him. He returned with a dish of mocha chocolate mousse, and she propped up on her elbows as he fed her a spoonful.