Seduced By The British Billionaire(31)

This was definitely a fancy vacation spot, private and perfect. But nothing prepared her for the breathtaking view of the place.

Walking inside the door, the shiny wood floors gave way to glass viewing areas. They came in immediate contact with the ocean floor. Tropical fish were swarming in brilliant rainbows below.

To the right was the kitchen, marble countertops of cream mingled with wooden pantries. The couch across from the counter had roll style pillows striped with navy blue. They made nice accents with the peach upholstery.

Within the wall was a small fireplace, meant mainly for decor. It wasn’t a huge addition to the room, but it did add some flare.

As Amber gasped, she breathed in the sweet scent of tropical fruits. It enveloped her senses until she could barely believe where she was.

Charles closed the door behind them. “I want you to forget everything.” He walked over and set their bags down on the elegant dining table at the far end of the room. It was next to sliding glass doors that led onto a large patio.

“What do you mean?” she questioned, furrowing her brow. Could he know? No, there was no way.

“I want you to forget about life and just enjoy this next week we have together.”

It wasn’t an outrageous request. However, she had a hard time believing he would do the same. “What about you?” she prodded, gesturing to the phone that he now held in his hands. “Why can’t you forget about work for a week and enjoy the time with me?”

He stared at her mouth for a second, entranced by its voluptuousness. But then his eyes wandered back to their normal place, taking in her concerned face. “I will try but it is my work that allows us to be here at this moment,” he reminded her. “I’m not as free as you are and if I’m called away I will be back shortly.” He tried to assure her that he was doing his best.

She sarcastically chuckled inside. “I understand,” she put on a fake smile to hide the disappointment.

“Shower and relax. Dinner will be at eight with my parents. I have some things to take care of with them so I will be back in a few hours. I have a closet of clothes set out for you so pick something you like.” He was gone. He walked right out the door, taking his phone with him.

Silence wrapped over everything as she stood in the middle of the room. Curiosity to explore tugged at her until she could resist it no more. She didn’t exactly like the fact that he was leaving her but she understood that he needed to take care of things. He was methodical and calculating. There would be no breaking him of that.

Her suitcases had already been set in the bedroom to the left. The bed was a large King canopy with white sheer material. Peach pillows that matched the couches were arrayed in orderly fashion. A night stand beside the bed accompanied a bureau and a vanity with a mirror.

Looking down at the night stand, she noticed Charles had things set in order to how he liked. His watch, a comb, and a pair of mints sat in their normal spots. He was a little obsessive compulsive but that didn’t bother her. It was the military habits ground deep into him that made his lifestyle such a particular manner.

Pushing aside the curtain around the bed, she saw a pink gift bag waiting for her. Around it were scattered yellow rose petals, drawing a smile to her face. There was no doubt about who it was from.

She dug into it, pulling aside the tissue paper. Moments later she pulled out a sexy bikini bathing suit the color of coral, and scattered with sequins. It was exquisite and undoubtedly expensive. Something she definitely would never have bought for herself.

Walking to the standing mirror in her room, she quickly stripped down, fondling the soft material tenderly. She scrutinized her body for a moment, looking at the extra weight she carried on her thighs. She wasn’t quite sure she liked how thick she was, but at least her stomach was tight and smooth. In her mind, however, she was nowhere near perfect.

She definitely had a plump bottom, quickly filling out the new bikini that she slid up her legs. They settled nicely on her, hugging her curves.

Next was the top. Her breasts lay bare and perfect, her hands molding around them, almost a habit before a mirror.

After eyeing herself to satisfaction, she put on the bra and paced away from her image. The sun would be going down. She had to shower and get ready before Charles got back. She didn’t want him bickering about how long she took.

She discovered the shower was a double meant for two. The bathroom was spacious with marble countertops, seashells decorating the surface. She quickly unclasped her new swim top and slid down her bottom. The bathroom was well equipped for all of her needs ahead of time. There was no need to fumble in her suitcase for razors or shampoo.