I’m sure she did. I’d guess they’re all skimpy too.
“We have a private villa,” Perry announces to me once he’s finished checking in. “Winston went all out.”
Excitement ripples down my spine but I keep a straight face. “That sounds—nice.”
“I’m sure it is. Come on.”
Once we arrive where we’re staying, I’m taken aback at the extravagance. The villa is huge, with four bedrooms, three bathrooms, and a gorgeous kitchen I will never, ever touch. The living room is massive, with giant white couches covered in brightly printed pillows. There is vibrant art on the walls. Two of the bedrooms match in size with sumptuous linens on the bed, and both of them have an outdoor shower.
I’ll be taking a shower outdoors!
I can’t get over it.
Tile floors and cool air and crisp linens on the bed. Sunken couches and vibrant art on the walls. A big-screen TV I plan on never watching once.
We have our own private backyard and could probably fit two hundred people back here. There’s a small infinity pool that’s for our use and no one else’s. There’s also a path that leads from the backyard to the ocean and the resort’s private beach.
It’s like we’ve entered our own dream world.
“I’m going to take this bedroom,” Perry tells me as he pauses in front of the open doorway. “You can have that one.”
He nods toward the equally large bedroom across the hall from his.
My dreams come crashing down around me, just like that.
Standing taller, I clear my throat and make my approach, taking my new luggage with me. I don’t bother protesting. “Okay.”
I walk past him into my bedroom, settling the suitcase on the stand and zipping it open, curious to see what awaits me inside. I’ve never had anyone shop for me like this before, and as I dig through the clothing that lies within, I’m pleased to see I like all of it. Tinsley chose a variety of sundresses, T-shirts, and shorts. Tank tops. Panties and a couple of bras in the right size. So many two-piece swimsuits I could never wear them all. They are colorful and just as I predicted—skimpy.
There’s a toiletries bag full of the essentials, mostly items I’ve used before or always wanted to try. There’s another small bag full of brand-new cosmetics. There’s a curling iron and a brush and comb and shampoo and conditioner. She thought of everything.
There’s also a note from Tinsley, written in swirling script.
I hope I covered all of the bases and you have everything you need. When my brother told me what he wanted to do for you guys, I said it was impossible. Yet here I am, making it possible for him. Really for you. I hope you have a wonderful time with Perry. Happy honeymoon!
Love, your new sister,
Tins
I sniff, blinking away the tears as I finish her note. She’s so thoughtful. I’ve never had a sister before. I like the idea of Tinsley and I becoming closer.
I need as many allies as I can get in the Constantine family.
Giddy with excitement I choose one of the bikinis from the many Tinsley provided for me and dart off into the bathroom, shedding my clothes and leaving them on the floor before I put on the hot-pink string bikini that fits perfectly.
Thank God I had that wax treatment at the spa before the wedding. I wouldn’t have been able to get away with wearing this prior to that spa visit.
After I pull my hair into a high ponytail, I check myself out in the mirror, wondering what Perry will think of this bikini. And me.
Does he even think about me? Last night more than proved that—maybe. Well, it proved that he’s definitely attracted to me. But since we woke up this morning, he’s been indifferent. As if I don’t really matter.
That hurts.
Lifting my chin, I reach for the small bottle of lotion the hotel provides and lather it on, making sure every bit of skin exposed is silky smooth. Meaning I went completely through one of those tiny bottles. The tropical scent lingers in the air, and I smile at my reflection before I flee the bathroom.
Only to run directly into my husband, who for some reason is in my bedroom.
Shirtless.