Irresistible Forces - Brenda Jackson [37]
None of the brochures had mentioned any outside activities since the sole purpose of the procreation vacation was focused on a single activity that was mainly done indoors. But still, if necessary, he was ready to take drastic measures since what he’d told Taylor earlier was true. He was becoming addicted to her and that thought didn’t sit well with him. In fact, it was beginning to annoy the hell out of him. It wasn’t his intent to become obsessed with any woman to the point that he couldn’t walk away when he was good and ready, and without any lingering thoughts. Taylor was making it hard as hell to consider doing so.
Deciding he needed a definite plan before she woke up, he moved away from the window and grabbed his shirt and pants off a nearby chair. Within minutes he was heading out the door to talk to the person at the front desk.
The moment he stepped into the elevator he wished he hadn’t. There was no doubt in his mind what he’d come within mere seconds of catching the couple doing. The woman was quickly getting off her knees and the man was turning his back to him to rezip his pants. Dominic wasn’t sure who was the more embarrassed, so he stared at the elevator door as though he was oblivious to everything and was glad when the elevator came to the lobby. Since the couple made no move to get off, he could only assume they intended to continue what they were doing before his interruption and this time he hoped they had the good sense to stop the elevators between floors.
Glad at the moment that he no longer had a boner, he walked briskly over to the check-in desk. An older man looked up, seemingly surprised to see him or anyone up and about at that time of morning. “Yes, sir, may I help you?”
“I hope you can. Is there anything else around here to do?”
The man, who appeared to be in his late fifties, gave him a strange look as if to say, the main thing around here takes place in the bedroom and you obviously aren’t there. However, he merely said, “It depends on what you want do.”
“What I want to do,” Dominic heard himself say, “is something that will take me and my wife away from the resort for a few hours.”
The man looked appalled. “You want to leave your suite?”
Dominic couldn’t help but smile. This man evidently took the resort’s ability to produce results—specifically those that came nine months from now—pretty seriously. “Yes, just for a few hours but don’t worry, this place is definitely living up to our expectations.”
A relieved expression appeared on the man’s face when he said, “Thank you, sir, and we do have a couple of activities outside the resort that some of our visitors seem to enjoy on occasion. We can arrange for you to rent a sailboat, and then there’s horseback riding along the beach, a private picnic at one of the remote cottages and—”
“I like the idea of going sailing,” he quickly said, deciding he didn’t need him and Taylor going anywhere slightly remote. “Make the necessary arrangements, and since we’ll probably be gone past lunch, I think a picnic lunch would be nice.”
“Certainly, sir. I’ll take care of everything for you.”
Chapter 7
Taylor slowly opened her eyes and saw Dominic sitting in one of the chairs across from the bed. He appeared bigger than life and was definitely impossible to miss. The sunlight shining through the window was beaming on him at an angle that made her insides flutter. He was an incredibly attractive man.
She shifted in bed and the ache she felt in certain muscles quickly reminded her that he was also a skillful lover—and she hoped a very potent one. After their passionate encounters last night she was pretty convinced she was probably pregnant already. But they had six days and nights to go.
“Good morning.”
At the sound of his voice she forcibly put those thoughts to the back of her mind. She was still having delicious aftershocks of last night and seeing him sitting lazily in the