The younger of the two, whose name was Bruno according to his nametag, made a sweeping motion with his free hand. Cali followed him through one of the side doors, more than likely the one that the blond guy from earlier had exited from, and headed toward her room.
The resort itself was even more vibrant than in the brochure she often glanced at when home in Boston. Cali could see glimpses of the pristine white sand and the sparkling blue of the ocean. It was so surreal when she reminded herself that it was Christmas because it felt like anything but.
Her room wasn’t far from the lobby and she could see small signs pointing toward the dining and spa areas. She would be centrally located, with every amenity here at the resort close by. It would be perfect for exploration. When they reached the room, she inserted her key and opened the door, allowing Bruno and Ed to enter first with her luggage. After they set it down, she handed them each a few bills.
“Merry Christmas,” they both told her before leaving, and she repeated the sentiment. Finally, she was here in paradise and as her gaze traveled around the room, she couldn’t help but smile.
With its tropical decor and travertine floors, the suite was everything she had hoped for and more. There were three walls and the fourth consisted of large floor-to-ceiling windows. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the view outside of them, however, and she moved closer to get a better look.
Cali could already picture herself sipping on a cup of coffee each morning, watching the sun as it rose over the ocean. Maybe this trip would be exactly what she needed to restore her drive to write. It has to. I can’t imagine a more perfect setting.
Suddenly she yawned and realized taking a nap wouldn’t be that bad of an idea. Forcing herself to cover the view, she pulled the heavy blinds together to darken the room. Then she quickly removed her clothes and climbed into bed.