6
ANTONIO
The suite at the Diamante was suitable but paled in comparison to the expensive and exotic venues I’d fantasized about taking her to for years.
Daphne in a bikini in the Caribbean.
Me rubbing coconut-scented lotion into her creamy skin. Protecting her, even from the sun.
We arrived at the hotel, whisking past the uniformed workers who nodded their recognition of me.
I set her duffel on the chest of drawers and unpacked for her. Socks and undies in the top drawer, leggings and jeans in the next, and her toiletries on the bathroom counter.
Inside my suite, Daphne entered the restroom, locking it behind her. I could hear her brushing her teeth on the other side, poured myself a scotch, and called my brother. I needed his help on this.
“Hey,” I said when Brando answered. “I’v
