Page 58 of Lying to the Boss

“Roughly three hours.”

“Hm, so it’s not far…”

“That’s relative.” I reach for my glass and take a sip of scotch.

He sighs. “Maybe I don’t want to know.” He licks a bit of sugar off the rim of his glass then takes a sip. “It’ll be better if I’m surprised.”

“You keep saying that, yet you keep asking questions.”

He leans close. “It doesn’t matter where we go. I’m just happy to be with you. Thank you.”

I smile, kiss the side of his head, and reach for my drink again.

Yes, this is definitely something I could get used to.

Tage sleeps the entire flight. He’s barely awake when we get off or into our car. I’d thought of renting one, but I didn’t see the point. We won’t be leaving the room, so we don’t need it, and we aren’t far from the airport so ordering a ride was fine.

When we get there, the driver, a young man named Shelton, helps me get the bags from the trunk. I carry our bags down the walkway, Tage trudging behind. I give a tip through the app before navigating to the app so I can get the code for the door.

“I bet you’re regretting those three margaritas now, aren’t you?” I say.

Tage huffs a laugh, swaying on his feet as I punch in the code to our private house for the weekend.

The door swings open, and I gesture for him to go in first. I take our bags in, close and lock the door behind us. When Tage turns to face me, he looks much more awake then he did a minute ago.

“Is this the part where I can get naked?” he asks. There’s a hint of heat in his eyes, mixed with mischief. I like when he’s in this kind of mood.

“You can get naked whenever you want, but I suggest checking out the house first.”

“I can do that with my clothes off.” He toes off his shoes, leaving them by the door.

It’s a small house, the living room, kitchen, and dining room all open concept with sliding glass doors that lead to a patio on our own private section of beach.

I know from the photos that the bathroom is through the bedroom, and so is the private pool.

Tage follows me into the bedroom, gasping when I flip on the lights. I’m not sure which does what, so I flip all three, lighting up the bedroom and the area outside around the pool.

“You weren’t joking when you said I didn’t need clothes.” He walks up to the glass doors and looks out at the small pool. “What about food?”

“The resort will deliver meals.”

“This is part of a resort?” he asks, looking at me over his shoulder.

“One I consulted on.”

“Consulted? Since when do you do consultations?” he asks in complete disbelief.

“I don’t… anymore. But that’s how I started. It’s how I built my name. By my ideas. I got sick of seeing other people put them into reality though, which is why I have what I have now.”

“I’m impressed. Since, you know, I’ve never actually seen anything of yours.”

“You’ve seen my building. The one you work at.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t have pools and hot tubs and all the fun stuff.”

“Wall waterfalls are fun.”

He chuckles, walking over to me. “They are, but being in a pool naked is so much better.”