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"You never told me you knew how to captain a boat."
He smirked. "You never asked."
I raised an eyebrow. "Could you pilot your yacht too?"
"Yes, and I have. I'm very skilled at many things," he said, flashing a wicked smile.
"Asshole," I muttered under my breath.
"Are you ever going to stop calling me that?" he asked, laughter in his voice.
"I haven't decided. Maybe if you would stop being so arrogant."
His smirk grew into a wide smile. "It's part of my charm. It made you want me."
I rolled my eyes. "Now you really are acting like an asshole."
"But I'm your asshole. You're stuck with me forever."
I couldn't help but smile. "I'm looking forward to it."
Oliver chuckled as he expertly swung the boat to line it up with the dock. Two men dressed in white uniforms appeared, securing the boat to the moorings bolted into the wood. They helped us get off the boat and began retrieving our luggage.
In the distance, I saw our home through the palm trees. Oliver had it built on twenty-foot pilings, sunk deep into the ground. It looked sturdy, well-protected from storm surges during hurricanes. Oliver took my hand and led me down the dock to one of two golf carts with wide tires and double seats.
"These were unnecessary, I could walk," I said, eyeing the carts.
"It's easier to drive," he replied, guiding me into the passenger seat.
Oliver got me settled in the front passenger seat while Raquel and Brenda climbed into the back. Vlad, Trevor, and the two employees were taking our luggage up using the other golf cart. My stomach started to churn with nerves as the full enormity of the house came into view. The stucco was painted ivory white, and there were many windows that I suspected were hurricane-proof.
We drove up to a patio of sand-colored pavers constructed under the house. Wooden stairs led up to a large deck. Oliver got out, opened a panel and pressed a button. I heard a whirl, and right in front of us, an elevator lift descended.
"We have an elevator!" I squealed, excitement bubbling over.
"Yes," Oliver said, smiling at my reaction. "I didn't think you'd want to trudge up and down the stairs. Plus, it makes it much easier to load supplies into the house."
I stepped out of the golf cart, still in awe. "You really thought of everything."
Oliver's grin widened as he helped me into the elevator. "I wanted it to be perfect for you."
Raquel and Brenda joined us, their eyes wide with amazement. "This place is incredible," Raquel said, glancing around.
Brenda nodded in agreement. "It really is. You've outdone yourself, Mr. Fox."
The elevator ride was smooth, and when we reached the top, the doors opened to reveal the spacious deck. The view was breathtaking, the turquoise water glistening in the sunlight.
"This is our new home," Oliver said softly, his arm around my waist. "Do you like it?"
"I love it," I whispered, leaning into him.
We stepped out onto the deck, and Oliver led us inside. The interior was just as stunning, with open spaces, modern furnishings, and large windows that let in plenty of natural light. It felt like a dream.
Chapter 11
Oliver took me for a tour of our seven-bedroom, nine-bath home, and each step left me more astonished than the last. Several terraces and decks extended from various rooms, and there was even one on the roof that offered a view for miles. The entire place was bright and airy, with rafter ceilings and many fans gently circulating the tropical breeze.
The kitchen was a modern marvel, full of stainless steel, granite, and travertine tile. Each of the nine bathrooms gleamed in white, with glass sinks, marble vanities, and glass-enclosed showers. The bedrooms were equally stunning, with light wood floors that shone in the sunlight and décor in soft pastel colors, perfect for the tropics.
