“I agree. It’s too good to be true.”
Henry turned down another path, and they followed. This time it led to a door made out of dark wood. It was huge. Big bushes bracketed either side of the entryway to give it privacy. The shelf Mona had mentioned sat to the right.
“This is your villa.”
Pete noted the number seven hanging beside the door.
“Everything is inside already,” Henry said. “I saw to it myself.” Pete tried to give him a tip, but he waved it away. “No, we’re paid well and don’t accept tips. Everything is covered in your room rate. No worries from here on out. Just enjoy yourself.” He bowed once and then turned and left.
Pete took the key card out and smiled at Emma. “Are you ready?” he asked. “It’s all been built up so much. I hope we’re not going to be disappointed.”
“We won’t be. There’s no way. Hurry up!” she urged. “I can’t wait another second.”
There was no slot to put the card in.
Pete waved the card in front of the metal plate, and they heard a pop. “This is more high-tech than I’d thought an island this small could get.” He turned the lever and opened the door, ushering Emma in first.
The villa did not disappoint.
“Oh, my,” Emma commented as she walked in. “It’s all so sleek and modern!” They walked through a short hallway and emerged into a small living area. All the furniture was dark leather with cream accents. The floor was green slate. All the art and knickknacks were modern, most of them silver. Everything had its place.
The living room opened up to a bedroom on the left.
The king-size bed was covered in a crisp white duvet cover, with big white pillows and tons of throw pillows accented in dark geometric designs. The lamps on either side of the bed had big, white shades and dark bases. A rectangle of glass was set into the wall above the bed as an obvious architectural feature, palm fronds waving back and forth outside, bringing the perfect amount of green into the room.
It was all perfect and well done.
They walked into the bedroom. “Holy shit!” Pete said. “Check out the bathroom. It’s open to the bedroom.”
Enough space separated the two, but a huge modern white soaking tub was set in the middle of the floor about twenty feet from the bed. The bather would have a perfect view out the sliding glass doors in the bedroom to the deck and the ocean beyond.
Emma walked toward the bathroom while Pete went to the doors.
“Look at this!” Emma exclaimed. “The shower is right out in the open.”
Pete turned. The shower was inset along the left wall with glass running from floor to ceiling. On the very back wall was a double granite countertop running the entire length of the room with matching sinks and mirrors.
Pete watched as Emma walked between the shower and the sinks. “There’s a door set in the wall over here for the toilet,” she called. “I’m happy there’s a teeny bit of privacy, but I love how open it is. It’s so luxurious!”
Pete turned back to the ocean view and tugged the door open and stuck his head out. The strong scent of salt filtered into the room. “You’ve got to see this.” Pete motioned Emma over. “Look at those lounge chairs.” He stepped outside.
Emma joined him on the deck.
The same dark teak that covered the walkways made up the decking. Small slats ran the entire length of the villa. Then it dropped down two steps, to the level of the infinity pool. The pool was about fifteen feet long—bigger than Pete had expected. Plenty of room to relax. Two huge chaise lounge chairs covered in thick, white cushions sat beside it.
To the right of where they stood, in front of the glass doors on the living room side, was a table with four chairs, covered by a large umbrella. In front of them, the backdrop of everything was the white-sand beach and turquoise water as far as the eye could see.
“It’s already worth every penny we spent on it,” Pete commented, “and we haven’t even seen anything else.”
“Look, there are steps around the corner,” Emma said, moving that way. “Oh, my. Pete, you have to see this shower!”
Mona had mentioned there was an outdoor shower. Pete followed Emma around the corner.
It was big enough for at least four people and had two rectangular rain heads pointing directly down. It was tiled in all natural stone and totally open to the elements on either side, but it was still private, because it was tucked into the dense vegetation on all sides. Pete had no idea where the neighboring villas were, because the bushes, flowers, and trees were so thick on either side, their villa was masked in total privacy.
“There’s a stone path leading down to the beach right there. Should we go check it out?” Pete asked.
“No, let’s unpack first,” Emma suggested. “I’d like to put on something breezier and maybe a swimsuit. Plus, I need to get these tennis shoes off and find my sandals.”
“Okay, let’s do that. Our luggage is already in the closet,” Pete said. “I opened up the doors already to check.”
“They didn’t put anything away, did they?” Emma asked as they headed back through the sliding glass doors.
“No, everything is still in the suitcases.”
“Good.” She chuckled. “There are quite a few toys in there. That would’ve been embarrassing. But I’m sure they know that, this being an open resort and all.”
Once they were inside, Pete slid the screen shut and walked over and wrapped his arms around his wife from behind. This was going to be a fantastic vacation. He could feel it. She turned, weaving her hands around his neck, beaming up at him.
“So this was a good idea, huh?” he asked as he ran his lips over her collarbone. “I can see you’re happy.”
“I’m so happy. This place has a magical feel about it. It’s like we’ve entered some kind of fifth dimension. I hadn’t realized how badly I needed a break from real life. This is already wonderful and calming.”
“Agreed. And it will be even more wonderful when you slip into your swimming suit and feel the water on your toes. Then you and I are going to make use of that plunge pool.” He gave her a lingering kiss.
“You’re on.” She smiled.
* * *
Emma felt her body relax by huge degrees as she changed into her beach clothes. Along with Piper’s wonderful swimsuit bottoms, Emma had packed a few swimsuits of her own. Just in case. She had a very sexy white one-piece that came high on the sides and plunged low in front. As she tugged it on, followed by a white gauzy sundress and her large white wide-brimmed hat with a cream band, she couldn’t help feeling like the stress had melted away.
Maybe this was all she needed to feel content. A simple week of relaxation with zero stress. Maybe the problem wasn’t Pete. Maybe she’d just been feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders for too long.
“Are you ready?” Pete called from the living room. “They have a full bar in the corner and a TV that opens and closes into the wall. This place rocks.”
Emma walked into the living room. “I’m ready. Let’s hit the beach. By the time we get back, we’ll be starving. It’s just about dusk now. How about we order room service tonight?” she said, giving him a saucy wink. “And then have a little fun time on our own.”
“Sounds great to me. After our walk, I’d like to duck into the beach bar and have one drink, just to check the place out. Then we can come back here and order room service,” he said. “That will give us a chance to see the grounds a little first. I’m curious to see the main pool.”
“Okay, that works,” Emma replied.
Pete took her hand. “We don’t have to stay long.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Just one drink.”
They headed out to the deck and walked by the outdoor shower to reach the path that led to the beach. Once they cleared their villa, they stepped onto fine white sand, and the beach opened up before them like a dream.
“Oh, my goodness,” Emma exclaimed as they walked. “Is that what I think it is?”