Come away with me, Caitlyn?
In the time we spent together, we kissed and were affectionate, but he never
pushed it further. He was a gentleman, but I knew I was ready for the next step
with Jeremy. I was in love, and I hoped he felt the same.
When we arrived in Colorado, heavy snow had fallen the night before. My first
sight of snow was exciting. The joy wore off when I realized how my attire really wasn’t adequate. My sexy jacket did nothing to block the chill.
I snuggled closer to Jeremy as we rode up the mountain toward what looked
like a resort in the Alps. The resort looked like a series of designer log cabins.
Stepping out of the limo, a cold wind cut me to my core. Once inside the hotel
lobby, I found the warmth we had left behind in California.
“Mr. Whittaker, you have been checked in. Sean can take you straight away
to your residence,” a desk clerk greeted us in an overly cheery tone.
“Great.” Jeremy clasped his hand in mine and squeezed it.
Along the way, the young man described the history of the property and the
winter opportunities available to us. When he opened the door to our
accommodations, he continued, “The Penthouse offers a view of the mountains
from every angle.” The young man set the bags down and opened the curtains.
“The kitchen has been stocked with the essentials per your request. I’ll bring the bags to the master suite. Would you like me to give you the full tour?”
“I think we would rather explore ourselves,” Jeremy said, taking my arm.
“Very well. Please let us know if you or Mrs. Whittaker need anything else,
sir,” the young man said.
“We will. Thank you.” Jeremy slipped some cash into the man’s hand. “Just
be sure to put up the ‘do not disturb’ sign.”
I blushed as the man’s eyes met mine.
“Of course, sir. Enjoy your stay.” He nodded and left.
“Mrs. Whittaker?” I questioned.
“I may have told a little white lie to make sure we would be spoiled all weekend,” Jeremy admitted. After hanging our jackets in the front closet, he clasped both my hands. With a little tug, he pulled me towards him and kissed
me. “I hope that is ok? We should have talked about my plans. Instead, I just jumped and hoped you would agree.”
“So what perks does a pretend bride get?” I asked, feeling intoxicated by the
romance of the vacation.
“Well, there’s a fine kitchen where we will be able to prepare a meal together,” he said, opening the fridge, confirming it had been filled with food.
“Then, we will have a romantic dinner,” he continued as he led me through the
lavish space. “When we are full, we will relax in front of a roaring fire.”
The bedroom we saw next was smaller than I expected. The queen-size bed
was exquisite, but not as grand as the rest of the space.
“So, this room is available for you.”
My heart fell a bit. We will be sleeping separately?
“Or, if you’re into bunk beds, you can stay here?” Jeremy suggested,
pointing to the room across the hall.
My mind raced. Didn’t he tell the bellman I was Mrs. Whittaker? Did I read
