Upon entering the presidential suite, Tara wasn’t that surprised to find a bottle of bubbling champagne waiting for them, and some chocolates too in a luxury heart-formed casing.
Just as she fanned her face and looked around the oh so spacious suite, thinking she needed a shower before laying down, she realized she didn’t have any clothes on her.
She giggled, attracting the attention of both Antonio and the manager.
“What is it, cariña?” Antonio asked, the hint of a smile in his words.
“We didn’t bring any clothes with us,” she said in an amused tone.
“It’s a good thing I have made arrangements accordingly then,” he said lightly.
She frowned a little bit, not understanding him, and let out a puzzled “Huh?”
“Mr De La Cruz, Miss Scott,” the manager said courteously, “I hope the
