“Remember you’re being impulsive, so don’t worry about any of it,” he said, as they got closer to the front desk.
“Drew is that you?” they heard a woman ask. Drew seemed to tense up instantly and Trinity turned to see who would make him so nervous. She figured it was an ex-lover, knowing he hadn’t been a monk before her and wanted to reassure him she didn’t care but she didn’t get the chance.
“Hello Nancy, how are you doing?” he said. The woman was in her late forties, at least. She really didn’t see why he was so nervous.
“I’m just wonderful. You have a beautiful resort here and I’m so glad we decided to stay,” she said with a soft laugh of delight. “I’ve just finished with your amazing spa and feel like I’m floating on a cloud,” she finished.
“I’m so happy you’re enjoying yourself. We’re in a hurry but I’d love to chat with you later,” he told the woman, then spun Trinity around like he couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
As they neared the doors, Drew was thinking he’d just escaped a close call. He’d avoid the lobby for the next few days. He didn’t need Trinity to find out who he really was when they were getting so close. He’d never felt the way he did about her with any other woman. He’d come clean with her but it needed to be done in the right moment, not in the middle of his lobby.
“Drew, I’m sorry to bug you again but my husband really wanted to meet you and talk about the golf course,” the woman approached them once again, with a distinguished looking man. “Darling, this is Drew Titan, the owner of the resort. Drew, my husband, Dean,” she said.
Drew shook the man’s hand and sighed as he felt Trinity pull her hand from his. He had never been terrified to face anything in his life but he was sure he didn’t want to turn and see the expression on her face. The couple walked away and he finally turned to face her.
She was staring at him like he’d just run over her puppy. A single tear slipped from her eye and he reached up to try and comfort her. If she’d only let him explain, he knew he could make everything better. Suddenly, her hand shot out and slapped him hard enough across the face, it echoed through the lobby.
Several heads turned to stare at them in shock. The security guard started walking forward until he shook his head at him. He deserved that one, he figured.
“Let me explain…” he started to say.
“Don’t bother, Mr. Titan. I don’t know why you even bothered with the entire seduction scene, considering I signed those papers pretty quickly for you. Is there something else you need signed to assure your precious resort is safe from my greedy clutches?” she said with venom.
“I’m not worried you’ll sue the resort,” he almost shouted. This entire scenario was quickly getting out of hand. “I just wanted a week with a beautiful woman who didn’t know who I was. That doesn’t make me the bad guy you think I am,” he finished.
“Oh, I’d never say you were a bad guy. You did everything just perfectly. You wined and dined me; you swept me off of my feet. You were the absolute perfect host and I never want to see you again,” she spat at him, before walking away, with her head held high even if her knees were shaking.
Drew figured he’d give her some time to cool off and then they could talk. She’d realize he wasn’t the villain in this story, once she got over her anger. Even though it wasn’t even noon yet, he ordered a double scotch and sat there with his head in his hands. By the time he figured she had enough time to herself and made his way back up to the suite, she was gone. She didn’t leave a single item behind, except for the slip of paper with his number on it. He decided it was most likely better that way.
Chapter Three
Five months later
Trinity struggled to her feet, which was becoming harder with each passing day. Her back was hurting particularly bad that day and she was feeling a bit grumpy.
“Excuse me, is anyone here?” she heard a voice ask. She continued up and was a bit bummed to have a new customer. Trinity owned a fairly successful floral shop, but some days she wished it was a bit less busy.
When she’d found out she was pregnant, after her impromptu vacation, she’d panicked at first. The more time she had to think about it though, the more excited she became. She was now excited to hold her little girl in her arms. She’d received her first pictures of her unborn daughter only a few weeks ago and had been far too excited to wait to find out the sex of the baby. Besides, she was on a tight budget and had to search for clothing as it was on sale.
Drew had tried calling her for the first month after she got home but he’d finally taken the hint she didn’t want to talk to him and left her alone since. She had then found out she was pregnant a couple weeks after his last call but she wasn’t ready to talk to him about it. She knew she was going to have to tell him but she wasn’t looking forward to the conversation. She just wanted to bask in the glow of her pregnancy for as long as she could.
She wasn’t basking in any glow that afternoon, though. Her back was killing her, her feet were at least twice their normal size and she’d been really busy. She was incredibly grateful the day was almost over.
“Sorry about that, it’s taking me a bit longer to get to my feet these days,” Trinity said, as she finally stood up. The woman smiled at her and then looked towards her hand. She frowned a bit before talking once again.
“Is this you and your husband’s first child?” the woman asked.
“This is my first child. I’m not married, though,” she said, though she didn’t know why she felt the need to explain herself.
“Oh,” the woman almost sneered at her. “I don’t really need anything after all,” she finished and turned to leave.
Trinity was in shock as the woman walked out the door. What century was she in, that someone would look down on her because she was pregnant and not married? She decided to close a few minutes early because her day wasn’t going to get any better. She walked toward the glass door and turned the sign, then saw a familiar face through the panel.
“Hello beautiful,” her best friend, Damien Whitfield said.
“You’re a breath of fresh air Damien, it’s been a rough day,” Trinity said as Damien threw his arms around her for a hug.
“I always like to hear that from a beautiful lady,” he said with his normal good humor. “I’m taking you out for a terrific dinner and the new horror flick,” he said as he helped her lock up.