Max smiled when our kiss broke. “What was that for?”
I shrugged. “Just for being you. For making me take this time off, for not wanting to be with other women this summer, and…” I grinned. “You’re also kind of hot, and I just wanted to kiss you.”
Max’s dimples deepened. “Keep going. My ego’s taken a beating lately. A certain brunette had to be coaxed into even going out with me.”
I laughed. “Come on. We better go. I think our tickets are only good between certain times.”
The rest of the afternoon was so much fun. We climbed three-hundred-and-fifty-four crammed steps to reach the crown—a reminder of how much I needed to get back into exercising. But the view at the top made it all worth it. After that, we went to Ellis Island, and I was able to find my great-great grandfather’s name on a passenger manifest from a hundred years ago. By the time we took the ferry back and an Uber to the hotel, it was already six o’clock.
Not surprisingly, the young girl at the reception desk recognized Max and batted her eyelashes at him. Then she only took his credit card when I’d held mine out to her, too.
“You really need to let me pay for this,” I told him. “I’m sure it was a fortune.”
“Does it offend you when I insist?”
“Offend me? No. But it’s not your job to pay for things.”
“It doesn’t feel like a job. It makes me happy to do it. So can you just let me?”
I hesitated. “You know I can afford it, right? I might not have a big, fancy apartment like you, but I do well for myself.”
Max smiled. “I think it’s sexy as shit that you make a lot of money. But I still want to do it. Okay?”
How could I say no when he put it like that? “Fine.”
Once we’d checked in, a bellman showed us to our rooms, which were on the top floor. He unlocked the door between the suites and told us complimentary champagne and fruit would be sent up momentarily. Both rooms had terraces looking out over the city, and Max and I walked out on his to take in the view.
Someone knocked at the door to my suite.
“I’ll get it,” Max said. “It’s probably the champagne. It was part of a package that came with the room.”
“Okay.”
I stayed on the balcony, enjoying the last of the sunny day, while room service wheeled in a cart. When I heard the cork pop, I went back inside.
“That sound is like Pavlov and his bell for me.”
Max poured two glasses and handed me one before extending his in a toast. “To wearing matching shoes.”
It took a few seconds for me to remember our conversation earlier. I smiled as I did, and happily clinked to that. “I’m a lucky girl. Mine are really cute shoes, too.”
Max winked. “So are you ready for your big evening plans?”
“Big plans? I hope you’re referring to soaking in that ginormous tub I saw in the bathroom.”
“Nope. Better.”
“I’m not sure much could be better than that after a long day of walking around.”
Max looked at his watch. “Well, you’re going to find out in about fifteen minutes. So drink up.”
“Fifteen minutes? I need to take a shower before we go anywhere.”
“Not for this you don’t.”
“What are we doing?”
He kissed my forehead. “You’ll find out soon enough. I’m going to put on ESPN for a few minutes before we go—see what they’re saying about all the trades going on.”
“Okay.” He walked through our adjoining door, and I yelled after him. “Wait! What should I wear?”
“Just leave on what you’re wearing.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He wiggled his brows. “You won’t be needing your clothes for very long for what I have planned next, anyway.”
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I hadn’t paid attention to the button Max had pushed, but when we stopped on the third floor and he put his hand at the small of my back to guide me, I shook my head. “This isn’t the lobby, Max.”
“I know.” He gave me a little nudge to keep walking. “We aren’t going to the lobby.”
“Where are we going?”
That answer became clear as we turned the corner from the elevator. The Four Seasons Spa.
“Oh my God, did you book us massages?”
“I did. And a little something extra for you.”
“What?”
He opened the door. “You’ll see.”