The Executive's Secretary, page 13
“Get everything done?” I asked.
“Pretty much. I’ll fax what I have to the office. The rest can wait a few days,” he said, leaning down to kiss me.
“Good.”
“Ladies, put the shades down on the windows. Piper, put the blindfold on,” Bryce said, handing me a black, velvet mask.
“Seriously?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“This is a surprise.”
“Oh come on, Bryce.”
“No seeing until I’m ready for you to see.”
“Fine.” I took the mask and slid it over my eyes.
He took my hand and led me down the stairs. Warm, sweet air caressed my face. I heard birds chirping far off. People talked close by. I couldn’t tell what they were saying, but they were talking fast.
“Do you have any idea where we are?”
“No. My idea of a vacation was going to Cedar Point or Disney World, Bryce. I doubt we’re even in the same country anymore.”
He laughed loudly. “You’re right. We left the country.”
“How did you get me out of the country?”
“You’re passport.”
“You have my passport?”
“I got it yes,” he said. “Duck and sit.”
I did as he said, surprised by the supple leather my bottom was on.
“Drink, ma’am?” a low, older voice asked.
“Yes, please,” I answered.
“Hold out your hand, ma’am.”
“Of course,” I replied. “How did you get my passport, Bryce?”
“Don’t worry about that, Piper.”
“Well I’m going to. Did you burgle my apartment?”
“I never do my dirty work.”
“You crazy man.” I shook my head and sipped at the chilled mimosa that was placed in my hand. “Where are we?”
“You will find out in due time,” he said.
“Am I supposed to spend our entire vacation with this on?” I asked, snapping the blindfold.
“No, no. You’ll take it off soon. Don’t spoil the surprise.”
“Alright, but I would really like to see where we are, Bryce.”
“I know, and you will. Soon. You’re going to love it, Piper. This is one of my favorite places.”
“Is it?”
“Yes,” he said.
“I can’t wait then.”
We bumped along for ten minutes until the road smoothed out. The smell of ocean grew stronger and the caw of seagulls was deafening. Waves crashed against rocks somewhere to my right.
I’m at the ocean. A foreign ocean. A hot, foreign ocean. There are seagulls, so I can only assume there is a beach to go along with the ocean. Well I’m glad I packed a few bathing suits.
I couldn’t wait to get the blindfold off and find out where we were. I was anxious to lounge on whatever beach we were near. I couldn’t wait to strip off our clothes tonight and frolic in whatever ocean we were near.
The vehicle we were on came to a sudden stop and someone grabbed my hand. I could only assume it was Bryce. He never said a word only led me up a few steps, through a door, and into an air conditioned lobby.
“Bryce O’Connell and Piper Troy.”
“Ah welcome, Mr. O’Connell and Miss Troy. Your room is ready,” a woman with a French accent said. “Here are your room keys. Enjoy your stay.”
“Thank you,” Bryce answered.
He led me away and down another hall. I was completely lost. I could feel the breeze blowing in through open windows. There was no ding of an elevator and it was quiet except for the chirping of exotic birds and caw of more seagulls. The beep of a key card opening a door resounded down the hall as Bryce opened our door. A bellman pushed a cart in before us, banging the door, while we waited.
“Will that be all, sir?”
“Yes thank you.”
“Can I take it off yet?”
“Just one more minute.” Bryce led me through the room. I heard him open another door, and he pulled me through. “All right close your eyes.”
“Okay.”
The wind whipped around us as Bryce removed the mask. The ocean breeze felt good on my face. Bryce wrapped his arms around me, kissing my neck as his hand slowly traveled up my body.
“Are you ready, Piper?”
My entire body tingled with excitement. “Yes!”
“Alright.” He grasped the blindfold and pulled it off slowly. “What do you think?”
“I haven’t looked yet.” I chuckled.
“Look.”
I took a deep breath. I hoped I didn’t prepare myself for the most beautiful sight of my life only to be let down. My eyes fluttered open. I wasn’t disappointed. The view from our porch was breathtaking. White sandy beaches stretched on for ages on either side of bungalow. Beautiful turquoise water lay before us gently lapping at sand. Purple and pink flowers climbed the trellis of the wrought iron fence around our balcony. I looked around our room. The four poster bed had sheer, white drapes hanging down, blowing in the wind. A white down comforter rested the soft mattress I flopped on.
I climbed up and walked back out to the balcony. The clear blue sky and shining sun felt good on my pasty skin. The demanding schedule Bryce had me under didn’t leave time for any outdoor or tanning time. I would finally have a much needed tan.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“I don’t know what to say, Bryce.”
“First thing that comes to your wonderful mind.”
“Fantastic. Amazing. Wonderful. Too good to be true. Perfect.”
He smile and pulled me close. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I don’t like it, I love it.”
“Good. It’s three now. We have reservations at six. Wear the white dress tonight with no jewelry.”
“Why? I’ll look plain,” I said.
“You still question me?”
“Alright. No jewelry.”
I dug through my suitcases for the shoes. The dress was already hanging in the dressing room.
A dressing room. I don’t even have a dressing room at home. I have one on vacation.
I unzipped the bag it was in and admired it for a few brief moments. It was even more beautiful than when I first saw it.
“There is a spa if you want to get your hair and nails done,” Bryce called from the bathroom.
“Oh? You don’t mind?” I asked.
“Treat yourself.”
“I think I might. You have been rather hard on me this year in the office.”
“Have I been such a dick?”
“A huge dick,” I called, running out the door.
The entrance to the spa was relaxing and smelled of jasmine. I already loved it.
“Welcome! I’m Julie! How may we service you?”
“I need something fresh and new.”
“Fantastic. Anything in mind?” the woman behind the counter asked.
“I’m here with Bryce O’Connell. This is our first trip together. He has something special planned. I have an awesome dress. Do something spectacular.”
“Ah, so you’re the special lady with Mr. O’Connell,” she said, smiling.
“You know about me?”
“Of course! He owns the resort. We’ve been expecting you two all week!”
“He’s been a busy man,” I replied, shaking my head.
“Follow me and allow us to pamper you, Miss Troy. We have quite the relaxation planned.”
“I’m ready for that!”
She led me to a serene, beige room with a table in the center. A few towels and a robe were on a plush chair in the corner. Lemon and cucumber water chilled on a table to the side where candles burned. Different oils sat lined up.
“Undress and lie on your stomach. We’ll start with a massage.”
“I can’t argue with that,” I said, untying my dress. I wrapped the towel around my body and lay on the table. The soft scent of roses filled the room. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths. I was already so relaxed.
“I’m going to put a mixture of mud and a detoxifier on your face now. It will feel cold and warm up. It’s going to open up your pores and release all the toxins.”
“Mm hmm,” I mumbled as she smeared the goo on my face.
“Marie is going to do the massage. It’s going to be a deep tissue because with the way your pores look I doubt you’re had a decent massage any time in the past.”
“That obvious?” I asked.
“Yeah,” the woman replied. “You poor thing. Your boss must run you ragged.”
“You can ask him when he takes me to dinner.” I laughed.
“Mr. O’Connell?” she asked in astonishment.
“This latest development is new. We weren’t so keen on each other until a few months ago.”
“Oh dear, you poor thing,” she tusked.
“It has gotten much better.”
“Yes I see this. As I said, I’ve never seen him bring another woman here beside his mother and sister.
I lay there contemplating what she told me as Marie rubbed down my body, which was amazing. I hadn’t had a decent massage in so long. I’d never had a massage that good ever. The facial mask smelled good and was warm. I could almost feel the toxins leaving my skin. Before I knew it I was being sat up and led down a hall.
“Time for hair, nails, and make-up!” Julie exclaimed excitedly.
“Exciting!”
“I hope you don’t mind, but I had your butler bring down the dress and shoes you’ll be wearing tonight.”
“You did?” I asked.
“Yes. Don’t worry about undergarments. I figured out the size from your dress and you have all new stuff waiting in the dressing room.”
We paused half way down the hall at a small, unassuming room. It was a large, oak room with a shower head coming out of the ceiling. Julie escorted me in and handed me a bottle of golden liquid, and a loofa. She pushed a few buttons and hot water spurted out of the shower head.
“Alright, that is a sugar scrub. It’ll get rid of all the dead skin. Wash up. I’ll be back in twenty minutes. If you’re done in less than twenty you can sit on one of the benches off to the side. It also doubles as a small sauna. You can relax for a few minutes while you wait. The shower head feels amazing though. I sometimes like to just stand under it for the full twenty minutes when I have the full treatment. There is no shower head in the world like it.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah. It’s fabulous and that sugar scrub is so good you’re going to want to eat it!”
“Great.”
She smiled and left me alone. I stuck my foot in the hot water. She was right. It was great. I squirted the liquid onto the loofa and worked up a good lather before scrubbing at my skin. I was amazed at how I shone when the bubbles cleared away.
Did I have that much dead skin? Ew. As I finished I just stayed there. I didn’t want to move. I enjoyed the water too much. It was fantastic. I ran my hands over my body enjoying the moments alone. I gently rolled my nipples between my fingers. The hot water made them more sensitive than normal. Closing my eyes I reached down with my right hand gently flicking my clit. It was already sensitive enough. The room had filled with steam and body was tingling. I slid a finger in my pussy. A small gasp escaped my lips.
Oh God.
I slid in a second. It felt so good. I moved them in and out faster and faster. I sat on the bench, spreading my legs. I continued flicking and rolling my nipple while playing with my pussy. I tried to remain as quiet as I could so nobody would hear me but it felt so good. I wanted to shout it to the world. I wanted to yell. I moved my fingers faster still until I was on the brink of explosion. I let my head fall back as my mouth hung open. My body shuddered and I could feel my juices ooze around my fingers. It took everything in me not to utter a sound.
I heard a knock at the door. “Are you done?”
“Uh, yeah, in just a second,” I squeaked out.
I hurried up and rinsed myself off.
I poked my head out the door to see Julie’s smiling face. “Need a dry towel?”
“Yeah. Everything gets really wet in here.”
“It sure does.” She laughed.
Chapter Twenty-two
She handed me a big, fluffy, dry towel and a big, fluffy, robe. We continued down the hall. The last door at the end was a glass door leading to a room surrounded by windows. It was a spectacular three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view of the beach. Ocean, sand, birds, and people everywhere.
“Oh this is amazing.”
“We don’t complain,” Julie said, ushering me to a chair in front. “Wine?”
“Yes please. You guys really take service to a whole new level,” I said.
“We want our guests to have a one of a kind experience here,” she replied with a genuine smile.
“I can guarantee I’ve never had such an amazing time before.”
“That’s what I like to here.”
“Are you really this nice or do they have to send you to school?”
She laughed as she undid the towel around my hair and reclined the chair. “I was always told I’m impossibly polite growing up. I just turned that into my career.”
“That is one hell of a career, Julie.”
“Oh I it’s nothing at all! Plus I get to live in paradise!”
“That you do.”
“The shampoo is made of almond milk. It smells very sweet and will leave your hair so soft. Touchable soft. Lay back, relax, and let us work our magic.”
“I trust you completely, Julie.”
“Fantastic! Alright, Julio! Work it, Julio!” she called to someone behind me. “He’s our best hairdresser. He will make you look fantastic for your night tonight.”
“Bring on, Julio.”
“Alright, girl. What do I have to work with? Oh lord, when was the last time you went to a salon?” he asked.
“It has been too long, Julio,” I said.
“I can see this. That’s alright. I have your hair now. I’ll make you look like a princess,” he said picking up a comb and scissors.
“I have all the trust in the world that you can make me look like a million bucks.”
I sat back as my feet were scrubbed, toes were painted, my nails were manicured, and my hair was coiffed. I enjoyed listening to the conversation between the hairstylists and manicurists. Another woman showed up with a giant makeup kit. She dug through holding up one pallet then the next. When she found the ones that made her happy she stuck them off to the side.
“Relax I’m going to make you beautiful!” she said with a smile.
“I’m not sure I can’t be any more relaxed than I am,” I mumbled, melting into the chair even more.
Julie took my hand when everyone finished and led me to the dressing room. It was an amazing space. I flopped onto a couch. Two flutes of champagne and all the pampering had gone straight to my head.
“No. You’re hair. Oh, Piper, you crazy girl. You’re going to make it go flat. Stand and get dressed. Mr. O’Connell is probably waiting. It’s already six,” Julie said.
“Six? Oh no. I was supposed to meet him in the bar lobby place at six,” I cried, fumbling with the hooks on the hanger.
“Get dressed and you’ll only be a few minutes late. You can make a grand entrance.”
She helped me slide into the dress before shoving me out the doors of the spa.
“Where do I go?” I asked.
“Up the path, at the main entrance hang a left. Follow the path until you’re outside again. Just keep walking and you will walk right into the restaurant.”
“Alright. Thanks, Julie!”
“Have fun, Piper!” she called.
I ran up the path and followed Julie’s directions. I stopped short of the door. Perhaps it was the champagne, perhaps it was my nerves. I’m not sure, but for a split second I considered turning around. Just for a split second. I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to slow my breathing. Bryce was waiting beyond those doors.
“Can I help you?” a well-dressed man asked.
“Piper Troy for Bryce O’Connell.”
“Aw yes, we’ve been expecting you. Right this way please.” The man led me through the restaurant to a long, black bar.
The walls were covered in large stones, the tables were all a deep cherry wood, the chairs black, the china was black and white.
“You look amazing, Piper.”
Bryce looked remarkable in his crisp white suit. It was off set with a dark blue shit and black shoes. He left me speechless yet again.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“I’m fine.”
“What’s wrong?”
“You just look so great,” I said with a smile.
“Your drinks, Sir.” The bartender placed two martini glasses in front of us.
“I hope you don’t mind I ordered for you.”
“Not at all. What is it?” I asked.
“A s’mores martini,” he said, sipping at the Manhattan in his own hand.
“Sounds great.”
He pushed a large, black box toward me. I grabbed it and pulled the lid open. Resting on a bed of res velvet was a necklace of blue sapphire and diamonds. Bryce picked it up and clasped it around my neck. The gorgeous piece of jewelry felt much heavier than it looked. I reached up, letting my fingers trace along the gems that rested on my neck.
“The look perfect on you,” Bryce exclaimed.
“Do you really think so?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll give them back once we’re back in the room,” I said.
“What? No. They’re yours I bought them for you.”
“Mine? I couldn’t possibly, Bryce!”
“Piper, I wanted them for you. Take them please.”
“Oh, Bryce. They must have been a fortune.”
“It’s just money. What else would I have spent it on? A car? Another house? Let me spend my money on what I want to spend it on, and I want to spend it on you,” he said, kissing my cheek.
“Your table is ready,” the concierge said, ushering us to an intimate table on the patio.
“The view is breathtaking,” I said.
“Yes it is,” Bryce replied, watching me.
“Wine?”
“Yes.” Bryce pointed to a green bottle with a red label.
“Good choice, Sir.” The concierge bowed low and walked away.
