Laurel
“What else could you have planned?” I ask him as we step into the elevator. “What am I saying, it’s you. You might have an entire orchestra in the suite.”
He chuckles hard placing both hands on the small of my back. “At least you have faith I can move mountains. But there is no orchestra to disappoint you. I want you all to myself after all that.”
“I don’t even know how to say thank you.”
He shakes his head interrupting me. “I told you to wait until the end for all gratitude.”
It’s dark when we step inside except for the terrace lights. The French doors are open letting in a gentle breeze. He watches me as we walk that way. There’s a tray on the table with champagne in an ice bucket, two glasses, and a plate of chocolate covered strawberries.
“What if I had said no?” I tease
