My eyes flutter closed. “This is so good.”
He pops another piece into his mouth. “I get why you wanted to come here.”
“See!”
“The chocolate is good, the views are nice, and I had no idea how any of this stuff was actually made.”
“All that! Plus, I love chocolate.”
“I love chocolate too.” He says, giving me a lustful stare before kissing my shoulder.
The next hour passes in a blur of laughter, conversation, and Othello feeding me more chocolatey goodness. By the end of the tour, my tote bag is full of purchases I plan to send back to friends and family.
Othello and I are back on the road, top down, 90s R&B blaring from the speakers. The salty breeze threads itself through my locs while the island unfolds around us. I don’t even ask questions about where we’re going. I just melt into theleather seats and enjoy the views. Trusting that whatever Othello chooses for us next will be a vibe.
I just sit back and enjoy the ride.
Twenty minutes later, we arrive at a luxurious spa. And not just any spa. The same spa I’d tried to get an appointment at before arriving in Maui. They’d told me they were booked solid.
“How did you get an appointment here? They told me there weren’t any openings.”
“I have connections,” he smiles.
The moment we step inside, I feel overcome with bliss. The spa is all warm wood, pristine white, and flickering candles. A woman in a cream-colored uniform greets us with chilled towels and cups of herbal tea.
“Welcome, Mr. Kingston. I’m Nalani. We’re delighted you could join us today. Thank you again for your patience, as we finalize the arrangements.”
I look up at Othello, who avoids my gaze and takes a sip of his tea.
“We’ve reserved our ocean-view treatment suites for you this afternoon.”
Another woman appears, greeting us with a warm smile. Nalani beckons me.
“Ms. Jacobs, please follow me. And Mr. Kingston, Pia will take you to your suite.”
I look at Othello, wide-eyed. “We’re not doing couples?”
“I wanted to give you the peace and solo relaxation you came here for.”
Pia smiles, knowingly. “Don’t worry, Ms. Jacobs. Mr. Kingston won’t be too far away.”
I follow Nalani down a hall decorated with candles and tropical foliage. We enter a room that looks nearly identical to everything else. White and wood tones, with pops of green fromthe plants. A plush massage table dressed in white sheets. There is a white waffle cone robe sitting on the edge.
“You can change into your robe, Ms. Jacobs. Mr. Kingston selected our Maui Restoration package for you.”
My brows lift.
“He picked the treatment?”
“He did.”
Of course he did. The man has apparently planned every detail of this day.
“I’ll give you a few minutes to get undressed before we begin,” she tells me. Before I do anything, I stand in the room, gathering my thoughts and considering the fact that this man was able to book a spa package here.
How?
They’d told me they were completely booked. This spa is known for its privacy as much as its luxury offerings. The Maui package includes multiple services designed to fill an entire afternoon. What I originally planned for myself was only $500, which included a deep-tissue massage and their signature facial. I can only imagine how much Othello spent on this experience.
