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“I’m Manuel, your private butler. If you need anything at all, you just press number three on the telephone, and I will be here to serve you.”
Oh. My. God.I mouth to my friends as they try to contain their excitement. I’m actually speechless.
He takes my card and scans it on the door.
When we enter, we all gasp in unison.
Before us is the most opulent, beautifully decorated, spacious room I’ve ever seen.
There’s a huge lounge right before us with a TV the size of my entire apartment on one wall. A ridiculous chandelier hangs over the space, sparkling like a million tiny diamonds as the sun sets behind it, casting small flecks of rainbow colors around the room.
I’m stunned into silence.
Beyond that is a large, bi-folding door that overlooks the entire resort as well as the sea.
“Please,” Manuel says, holding the door open for us as we edge inside.
“Is all of this for us?” I ask, bewildered.
“Yes, Miss. There are three bedrooms, a study, three bathrooms, a separate lounge, a private bar, dining room, wine cellar, a private pool, and twenty-four-seven butler service.”
I turn to him. “Can you pinch me, please?”
He frowns. “No, Miss…”
“She’s kidding, Manuel, keep your hair on.” Charlize laughs. “But we do have one burning question. Don’t we, Ari?”
Manuel waits in anticipation.
“I’d like to know who upgraded us,” I say.
He doesn’t waver. “Courtesy of the resort, Miss.”
“Does Mr. Bentley have anything to do with this?” I arch a brow.
He looks momentarily uncomfortable. “Mr. Bentley is a very special guest of ours,” he says, clearing his throat as he walks ahead of us. “And any friend of Mr. Bentley is a friend of ours.”
That goes without saying.
I don’t have words. I suddenly hope that him knowing about me and James breaking up hasn’t made him think I’m a charity case. That would be tragic, and as much as I love the upgrade and appreciate it, I don’t want him feeling sorry for me.
The suite is beautiful, though. Truly stunning and well beyond anything I could ever afford.
Each bedroom has a four-poster king sized bed with beautiful furnishings and large, private bathrooms filled with marble and gold details, as well as a claw foot tub. It’s opulence at its very finest.
“Imagine what you’re going to have to do to Mr. B to thank him for this,” Charlize whispers as we follow behind Manuel as he leads us out to the balcony. I give her a sideways glare.
I can’t dispute it is absolutely amazing. We have a full view of the pool, restaurants below, and the entire beach. Not to mention, the rest of Mexico.
“I belong here,” Imogen sighs. “I think me and Cancun are kindred spirits.”
When the tour is over, and we stand there bedazzled, Manuel says, “I’ll have someone bring your luggage up to your room, Miss Michaels. Would you care for some refreshments?”
I gape at him.
Imogen saves me by ordering three sangria cocktails, and a cheese and fruit platter, already quite comfortable in her new surroundings, as is Charlize.
She shrugs when I side-eye her. “Why? It’s free, and he asked.”
