His eyes glanced down, but not before settling a split second longer than usual at her chest as he replied. "We've only done training so far, but yes, this place is the breast … I mean … um … best!" he exclaimed; his face reddened and he stared at his shoes in mortification.
Haley could fully understand the poor kid's feelings. She had put her foot in her mouth more often than she cared to think about. Patting his shoulder, she waited for him to look up again, which he did with obvious reluctance.
"Don't worry about the slip. I do it often," she said with a kind laugh. Well, not that particular slip, but …
He breathed out a sigh of relief and his eyes practically worshipped her. If only she could speak to men she was attracted to as easily as she spoke to service employees. It was just that she felt closer to the workers, as if they were her kin, because she'd been raised by her grandparent's staff members.
"You have one of our larger suites, reserved for our VIP guests," the boy said as he stepped from the elevator. He escorted her a short distance down the hallway before sliding a card into a key slot and then holding the door open for her to walk in ahead of him.
"Perfect," Haley gasped as she glanced around the spacious living room area. The scent of roses drifted to her from the large bouquet on the coffee table - with a box of chocolates next to it. The furnishings were antique, matching much of the resort decor. Across the room, opening onto a private balcony, were ornate French doors displaying a spectacular ocean panorama.
At least if she couldn't find a man to teach her all she wanted to know, she'd spend two fabulous weeks in complete paradise. This room was too good to be true, and she hadn't even wandered into the bedroom yet.
The young bellhop began telling her about all the amenities of the resort: spa, gym, room service, lounges, and more. She didn't really care. She could learn all of that by looking through the catalog on the small desk in the corner.
She just wanted some food and a lot of sleep.
When he finished speaking, she handed him a nice tip and moved him toward the door. He smiled in delight before finally departing. Not wanting to wait for room service, Haley ripped into the box of chocolates, then walked to the small fridge and found a Coke.
Grabbing her sugary dessert, she carried them to the bedroom, where she smiled in pure happiness. The four-poster king-size bed was heaven on wooden feet. She ripped off her pants and shirt, dived onto the bed, and wriggled gleefully under the covers.
It didn't take her long to devour half of the box of chocolates and guzzle down the Coke. She knew she should at least get up and brush all the sugar off her poor teeth, but the feather pillows were calling her name.
With a sigh, she gave up the fight. Closing her eyes, she indulged in her first good nap in ages. How could she do anything other than relax while in such a fantastic place? Tonight, she needed to be fully alert when she went on the prowl.
Chapter Five
Haley awoke with a huge yawn, stretching her arms above her head until she grasped the headboard. She'd left the curtains open and she watched as the last rays of a spectacular sunset glowed through the huge open windows, a salty breeze blowing in from the Pacific Ocean.
A smile flitted across her face as she let go of the deep cherry wood and sat up. Her days of finals at school and planning her summer assignment had worn her out and she hadn't rested this well in what seemed like eons. She'd have to find out where Crew purchased his beds because the mattress was simply divine.
As a loud growl from her stomach interrupted her happy thoughts, Haley laughed, then bounded out of bed. She loved waking, finding herself in a whole new day - well, a whole new night, since it was beginning to get dark outside.
Rapidly moving to the bathroom, she stripped down and jumped into the oversized shower, moaning as the forceful jets did their job of fully waking her up and of washing the grime of the day down the drain.
Maybe it was time she dipped into her inheritance funds for more than her schooling; she had a feeling that after staying in such a nice place, it would be difficult to go back to her small apartment in Seattle. If she could transport this shower, it might not be so bad …
The brass fixtures and granite tile gleamed, and the beveled glass was crystal clear. The bathroom even had a separate beauty area with a dark velvet bench where she could sit if she wanted to apply makeup and do her hair. It wasn't her style to get done up, but maybe she should experiment, spend some more time on trying to look her best.
It was evident that Crew insisted on only the best, because the shampoo was amazing and the scent of peaches and mangoes drifted around her as suds enveloped her hair. Maybe there was something in aromatherapy - Haley was energized to face the night and Plan B in the seduction stakes.