“I think you should stay here.”
Harper lifted her arm slightly and opened one eye. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
“You should stay in my suite for as long as we’re both at the resort,” he amended. “It’s ridiculous for us both to have a place, and mine is larger.”
Harper listened to what he said but didn’t say a word.
“With a better view,” he added.
“I’m not just playing house with you while we’re here.” Harper let out a mock laugh. “You’re not serious.”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
Ethan eased down to sit on the table in front of the sofa.
Harper shifted to look at him as his idea ran over and over in her mind. Why on earth would he suggest such a thing? He didn’t want a relationship any more than she did.
“Is this because I wasn’t feeling well?” she asked. “Because that’s certainly no reason for me to move my suitcases up here.”
“You’re having my child, and I want to make sure you and our baby are taken care of. That’s not too much to ask, is it?”
Not when he phrased it like that, but still. Why did she need a keeper? She’d gotten along this far in life without someone hovering over her. She and Carmen always looked out for each other, but that was different.
She and Ethan were obviously still attracted to each other, the baby threw out the whole “fling” thing and now they had to make some tougher decisions.
They were adults who wanted the same things: freedom, career and a good time. There wouldn’t be any messy complications, even if the whole pregnancy thing would eventually make things a little tricky. They were both on board with no relationships.
Sex, though...she’d be a fool to turn down twenty-four-hour access to that body.
“I’ll think about staying here with you,” she informed him, unable to hide her smile.
“Sounds like a yes to me.”
Harper started to sit up, but he placed his hands on her shoulders.
“No rush,” he said, easing her back down. “I can bring in your breakfast.”
“I think I’m done with food for the time being.”
She settled deeper into the cushions and stared up at the white beams stretching across the ceiling. Her designer eye loved how the penthouse seemed to be its own private beach house. The cozy style of the beams and the openness to the ocean breeze. The wall of windows and balcony doors were elements she hoped to incorporate into more rooms. She definitely planned on upgrading all of the oceanfront suites to have more of an airy, relaxing feel.
“You’re working.”
Harper glanced to Ethan at his accusation. “Guilty.”
“You had that look on your face,” he said with a grin. “I know because I’ve seen it in the mirror.”
“I just can’t wait to dig in to this place. My team will be here next week, and I’ve spoken to the manager so we can hopefully have a nice, smooth transition from one area to the next and not disrupt the guests too much.”
“Maybe adding in some perks would be the way to go,” he suggested.
Now she did sit up—slowly, but she was feeling better.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Nobody wants to be inconvenienced at all when they plan a getaway,” he explained. “Maybe for the duration of the renovations, couple’s massages could be free with a one-time limit per stay. Or one free room service meal. Just something so they know you’re aware of their needs. People save and spend quite a bit to come here.”
Harper listened to him, taking in his suggestion and fully intending to run it by her father’s assistant.