"Okay, baby. Mommy and daddy are going now. You be a good boy for grandma, okay?" Breah kissed her son goodbye, smiling when he kissed back. Alex, her husband, kissed him too and ruffled his light brown hair, which made Alex Jr., they called him AJ, giggle. He absently waved goodbye and started asking grandma about watching a video of his favorite cartoon character. Breah and Alex laughed and walked out, getting in the car.
"Breah," Alex said. "Are you sure AJ will be okay here for the weekend?"
"Alex, she's my mother. She raised me pretty well, didn't she?" Alex laughed and nodded. "He'll be fine. I've been planning this get away for a month. We are not backing out now."
"Okay, okay. You've made your point. So, where are we going?"
Breah smiled and pulled out a piece of paper with directions on it. "Just go where I tell you to and you'll see when we get there." Alex laughed again and pulled out of the driveway and heading out onto the road. She guided him to their destination, a secluded upscale hotel forty-five minutes out of town called The Blue Orchid.
"Breah, we can't afford this place. Let's go back and..."
"Alex. We have enough money. I've been saving for this. Please, let's go in. We've needed a weekend alone for a long time. Please."
He sighed and parked the car, both of them getting out, Alex getting their suitcase out of the trunk. Breah put her arm around his waist and they walked in together and stepped up to the hotel desk.
"Good afternoon, folks," the gentleman behind the counter said. "How may I help you?"
Breah started talking before Alex could say anything. "We have a reservation."
The man, who's name was Steven, smiled. "Wonderful. What name is it under?"
"Jade," she said, snuggling close to Alex as she stood next to him.
"Very good," Steven replied. "One moment."
After a few minutes, Steven had their room keys ready and rang for a bellhop. When Alex started to say they didn't need one, Steven interrupted. "Nonsense, sir. It's a courtesy that we provide for all of our guests."
The bellhop appeared and took their bag, leading them to their room, which turned out to be a hotel suite. Breah gave the young man a tip and he thanked her profusely, pulling the door shut behind him as he left, leaving Breah and Alex to survey the room, which was just this side of massive.
The first room was their kitchenette, with a two-burner stove and a small refrigerator. Opening the cabinets, they found dishes and glasses of all assortments, along with silverware in the drawers. Under the small sink, they found pots and pans, just in case they wanted to do any cooking. There was also a dining table with four matching cherry wood chairs. Alex smiled and went to open the door into the rest of the suite. Next, was the bedroom.
They had two king sized beds, thick carpeting and two reclining leather chairs, both light brown in color. There was a big screen television ("better for hotel porn," Alex joked) that had two hundred channels. Breah walked through the room and into the bathroom, letting out a gasp. It was just as over the top as the bedroom.
To the left, they had a claw-footed porcelain bathtub and matching sink. Big, comfortable white towel that were almost as thick as the carpet in the other room hung from an antique brass towel bar. To the right, stretching from one wall to the other, a distance of about nine feet was a glass-enclosed shower that had shower nozzles on each end. Upon closer inspection, there were actually two showerheads at each end. The first was the standard massaging showerhead, which Breah thought sounded wonderful, but the second head, on an extendable arm, were the more interesting. They were the waterfall showerheads that spread the water out over a greater surface. More towels hung up by the shower.
"Breah," Alex said, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "This...is wonderful." Breah nodded and leaned her head back against his chest and sighed.
"Alex, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
