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The man looks at me warmly and replies, "We're going to the rooftop, Ms. Coleman."
My heart flutters as we ascend, and a breathtaking scene welcomes me when the elevator doors open. My eyes widen in awe as I take in the romantic atmosphere surrounding me.
Gold and red petals are scattered across the floor, and candles cast a soft, flickering glow. A table for two stands in the center, surrounded by elegant decorations, while a violinist fills the air with beautiful classical melodies.
Michael stands amidst this enchanting setting, looking drop-dead gorgeous in a black tux. His smile lights up the entire rooftop, and my heart swells affectionately.
I walk towards him, unable to contain my joy and gratitude. This grandeur setting is beyond my expectation, and I'm overwhelmed by the thought and effort he put into this surprise.
"Michael, this is incredible," I whisper, my voice filled with awe and appreciation.
He takes my hand, sending a delightful shiver down my spine.
"I wanted tonight to be special," he says, "You deserve nothing less."
I can't help but feel a surge of affection towards him. The beauty of the rooftop and the thoughtful gestures intertwine to create a surreal moment.
As we settle at the table, I can't help but be captivated by how gorgeous he is. His eyes lock onto mine with adoration. I know tonight will be magical. With a grateful heart, I prepare to cherish every moment.
As we settle at the elegantly set table, I can't help but express my delight at seeing the culinary artistry before me. Each dish is a masterpiece.
"Oh, Michael, this looks absolutely amazing," I exclaim, "How did you arrange all of this?"
Michael chuckles, "Well, being in the hotel business has its perks," he replies with pride. "Creating unforgettable experiences for guests is what we strive for, and tonight, I wanted to create something extraordinary for you."
I can't help but feel my heart swell with appreciation and affection. The effort Michael put into this evening shows the depth of his feelings for me. I'm in awe of his thoughtfulness and how he deeply captures my heart.
As we indulge in the exquisite flavors, our conversation flows effortlessly. Michael asks about my work in the fashion house.
"Oh, you know, it's been a whirlwind of creativity and excitement," I reply, my eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "The latest collection is coming along beautifully, and I've had the opportunity to work with some incredible designers."
Michael listens attentively; his genuine interest is evident in his warm gaze, making me feel valued and supported.
"And how about you, Michael? How do you manage to handle everything without John?" I ask.
It's shocking how I can casually mention my uncle's name in this situation and yet not feel scared about him finding out about us.
It's so ironic.
Michael smirks, "Well, it can be challenging sometimes, but I have an amazing team that helps me make it all happen. It's all about attention to detail and creating unforgettable experiences for our guests. Besides, John calls to check in often."
I nod in admiration, appreciating his dedication and passion for his work. It's clear that he pours his heart and soul into everything he does, and it only deepens my feelings for him.
As the evening unfolds, an hour slips away in laughter, shared stories, and stolen glances. The sounds of the violin continue to fill the air.
Michael's eyes meet mine, and he extends his hand, "Dance with me?" he asks.
I feel delighted as I accept his offer. We rise from our seats, moving to the center of the rooftop. The soft sway of our bodies matches the rhythm of the music, creating a world where it feels like it's just the two of us.
As we dance, I find myself lost in the warmth of his embrace, the touch of his hand sending shivers down my spine. I gasp softly as his fingers trail along my bare back, igniting the sensations that make my heart race.
In our shared intimacy, our eyes lock, and our lips meet in a slow and passionate kiss. The outside world ceases to exist as we revel in the intoxicating moment.
When we finally part, I break the silence. "Can we get out of here?" I whisper, unable to hide my sensual desire.
"Let's get out of here," he kisses me again and puts his arm around me, leading me to the private room.
As we leave the enchanting rooftop setting behind, my heart races with anticipation. I can't help but think of Cassie's words.
