“This was always my favorite hotel.” She picks up my hand and kisses my fingers.
We take the elevator to the sixty-first floor. Once the elevator doors open the butler is there waiting for us. “Mr. and Mrs. Horton, welcome to the Chelsea Penthouse in the Cosmopolitan hotel. My name is Andre and this”—he gives us his card—“is my direct line for whatever you need during your stay here. Twenty-four hours a day.” He laughs as he looks at Allison’s surprised face. “No one sleeps in Vegas.” He turns and walks to the door. “The floor can only be accessed by the key card or security.” He opens the door and the chandelier in the middle of the room lights up the floor made up of white marble and the walls have floor-to-ceiling mirrors. “Follow me,” he says as we put our bags down on the table that is against a wall and walk down a hallway that opens to a big room.
Allison lets out a gasp beside me. I see what she is gasping at. The whole room is cream, but the whole back wall that is floor-to-ceiling windows shows us the view of all of Vegas and all the lights lit up.
“This is what we call the great room,” Andre says as he steps into the room.
There is a cream sitting area with two couches on one side of the room with a high top table right in the back of it with six sitting stools. I look behind us and there is a fully stocked bar on one side and a kitchen on the other side. To the left side is another living room in front of a television and then to far left side of the room is a dining room table for eight.
“All the remotes to the functions are on the table right here.” He picks up the remote, which is an iPad. “You can control everything on here.”
I nod as Allison walks to the windows and Andre presses a button and a door opens to the terrace outside.
“It’s a wraparound terrace, so you can get to it from each bedroom.”
Allison turns around. “Each bedroom? How many bedrooms are in this room?”
“This is the three-bedroom suite.” He looks at me. “I will show you the master bedroom.”
I look over at Allison and she mouths, “Three bedrooms, what the fuck?”
I shrug my shoulders as I follow Andre to the right side of the room where the door is. It’s actually two bedroom doors, so he opens both. The king-sized bed sits in the middle of the room and we see that it has the same windows as the ‘great area.’ The bed is up against the wall with two doors on each side. A sofa is right in front of the bed with a table that faces a wall with another television. Allison walks to the door and opens it, standing outside.
“I see the fountains,” she says as she leans over.
Andre waits for her to come back inside before going to one of the doors by the bed. We walk into the white marble bathroom. The bathtub is in the middle of the room facing another window looking outside, the drapes up. The shower in the corner is a classic marble shower. The vanity is a two-person vanity.
“You can access the bathroom by both sides of the bed. There are closets on each side before you come into the room.” He points to the hidden doors that we didn’t see. “If you want we can take the terrace to the other two bedroom, so you can see the view,” he says as Allison and I both nod.
We step outside, this time seeing the other side of Vegas as he walks around the corner and we see the Strip now and a sitting area with couches. We pass our bedroom, then the great area, and see another sitting area right before we stop at what is the second bedroom that has two double beds. “This room has two double beds and its own bathroom,” he says, pointing in, and then walks farther down to another bedroom with a king-sized bed. “This is the last bedroom. It also has its own bathroom.”
We don’t bother going into them. He turns back, going into the door of the great room. “Now what can I get you guys to eat?” he says as he turns and looks at us.
“We can go downstairs and get something,” Allison says and I just nod.
“As you wish,” he says. “I have taken the liberty of putting your things away in each closet,” he says, making his way out. “Let me know if you need anything.”
“We will,” I say to him as I watch Allison look around the room. “So?”
She turns to me. “So? SO? SO? This is insane. Holy shit, this room is for a group of eight people.”