Emily Harper
Two bellboys approached us and took our things and brought them to our respective rooms. To my relief, Rye had booked two suites for us. One for him, and one for me. I was beginning to think that Rye had some hidden agenda behind this sudden exodus to San Francisco, but still, I gave him the benefit of the doubt.
A few minutes later, I was standing in my suite. Rye was in his. I looked around, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The suite had a living room fit for a king; a king-size bed with silken pillows and sheets made to fit royalty, a huge television, a well-stocked bar, a private bathroom with a tub, a balcony that overlooked the beach, and a separate bedroom with a small private dining area.
I was overwhelmed with the grandeur of the suite. I had never been o
