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Carlton,” he said, surprising me. “In case you were wondering.”
“I was,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him. “And you knew it too, didn’t you?”
He shrugged. “It was a good guess. I imagine it’s a little like how you managed to keep people in the dark about your mind reading abilities. Telling them you were guessing?”
“Hmm… I suppose you’re right about that.” I couldn’t compete with Ramos, and it was probably best not to even try.
A short while later, we pulled into the drive of The Ritz-Carlton Hotel, and my jaw dropped open. When he said The Carlton, I had no idea he meant The Ritz-Carlton. This place was amazing, and I could hardly believe we were staying here. An impressive panther fountain gave way to palm trees that lined the drive to the hotel, which was set back beside the Grande Lakes.
As we pulled into the hotel’s valet parking, Ramos popped open the trunk. A parking attendant rushed to serve us, and another attendant took our bags from the trunk. I followed Ramos inside to the hotel lobby and tried to keep my mouth shut. The elegant lobby was richly appointed with marble columns, Italian furniture, and a mosaic floor that gave it a Palazzo feel. I felt totally out-classed in my jeans and pink t-shirt.
“Welcome to the Carlton,” the hostess said. “Do you have a reservation?”
“Yes,” Ramos answered. “One of the executive suites. It’s under Alejandro Ramos.” He flipped open his wallet, showing her his ID.
“Very good,” she answered, quickly tapping his name into her keyboard.
Alejandro? That was his first name? How come I never knew that?
“You are on the sixth floor, room six-seventeen,” the hostess said. “Here are your keycards. Enjoy your stay. If there is anything you need, just let us know.”
“Thank you,” Ramos said. He pocketed the keycards and motioned me toward the elevators. The attendant followed with our luggage, so I couldn’t ask any of the questions floating through my mind, like… if we were in the same room, what bed was he sleeping in? But since this was a suite, it had to have more than one bedroom, right?
In between all of these thoughts, my mind kept coming back to Ramos’ first name. Alejandro. Hmm… was it for real? I realized I hardly knew anything about Ramos’ personal life. If today was any indication, this trip might change that, and I couldn’t help smiling. I’d always been curious about him, and how he had ended up with Uncle Joey. This could get interesting.
We exited the elevator, following the numbers to room six-seventeen. Ramos keyed it open and stepped inside, holding the door for me. He tipped the attendant and brought our bags in himself. “This is a one-bedroom suite,” he explained. “But you can take the bed, and I’ll sleep out here on the couch.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, suddenly nervous. “Maybe we should get two rooms.”
“Look, I’m fine on the couch, and you can lock the bedroom door if it makes you feel better. Go on… take a look around. You’ll find there’s plenty of room. Don’t worry about me. I have my own bathroom and everything.”
The living room held a couch, end tables with lamps, a coffee table with fresh flowers, a chair, flat screen TV, and sliding doors that opened onto a balcony. The scent of fresh flowers along with a few potted plants made the room seem refreshing and pleasant.
On the other side of the room, double doors opened into the master bedroom. A king-sized bed sat in the center with a chaise-lounge, dresser, flat screen TV, and another private balcony. I couldn’t resist opening the sliding balcony door and admiring the lakefront view. It was breathtaking, and the weariness of the day fell from my shoulders.
With a sigh, I turned back into the bedroom and found a walk-in closet on the other side of the room before coming to the bathroom door. The luxurious bathroom was done in gray marble with a tub, shower, separate toilet, and double sink.
“I was,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him. “And you knew it too, didn’t you?”
He shrugged. “It was a good guess. I imagine it’s a little like how you managed to keep people in the dark about your mind reading abilities. Telling them you were guessing?”
“Hmm… I suppose you’re right about that.” I couldn’t compete with Ramos, and it was probably best not to even try.
A short while later, we pulled into the drive of The Ritz-Carlton Hotel, and my jaw dropped open. When he said The Carlton, I had no idea he meant The Ritz-Carlton. This place was amazing, and I could hardly believe we were staying here. An impressive panther fountain gave way to palm trees that lined the drive to the hotel, which was set back beside the Grande Lakes.
As we pulled into the hotel’s valet parking, Ramos popped open the trunk. A parking attendant rushed to serve us, and another attendant took our bags from the trunk. I followed Ramos inside to the hotel lobby and tried to keep my mouth shut. The elegant lobby was richly appointed with marble columns, Italian furniture, and a mosaic floor that gave it a Palazzo feel. I felt totally out-classed in my jeans and pink t-shirt.
“Welcome to the Carlton,” the hostess said. “Do you have a reservation?”
“Yes,” Ramos answered. “One of the executive suites. It’s under Alejandro Ramos.” He flipped open his wallet, showing her his ID.
“Very good,” she answered, quickly tapping his name into her keyboard.
Alejandro? That was his first name? How come I never knew that?
“You are on the sixth floor, room six-seventeen,” the hostess said. “Here are your keycards. Enjoy your stay. If there is anything you need, just let us know.”
“Thank you,” Ramos said. He pocketed the keycards and motioned me toward the elevators. The attendant followed with our luggage, so I couldn’t ask any of the questions floating through my mind, like… if we were in the same room, what bed was he sleeping in? But since this was a suite, it had to have more than one bedroom, right?
In between all of these thoughts, my mind kept coming back to Ramos’ first name. Alejandro. Hmm… was it for real? I realized I hardly knew anything about Ramos’ personal life. If today was any indication, this trip might change that, and I couldn’t help smiling. I’d always been curious about him, and how he had ended up with Uncle Joey. This could get interesting.
We exited the elevator, following the numbers to room six-seventeen. Ramos keyed it open and stepped inside, holding the door for me. He tipped the attendant and brought our bags in himself. “This is a one-bedroom suite,” he explained. “But you can take the bed, and I’ll sleep out here on the couch.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, suddenly nervous. “Maybe we should get two rooms.”
“Look, I’m fine on the couch, and you can lock the bedroom door if it makes you feel better. Go on… take a look around. You’ll find there’s plenty of room. Don’t worry about me. I have my own bathroom and everything.”
The living room held a couch, end tables with lamps, a coffee table with fresh flowers, a chair, flat screen TV, and sliding doors that opened onto a balcony. The scent of fresh flowers along with a few potted plants made the room seem refreshing and pleasant.
On the other side of the room, double doors opened into the master bedroom. A king-sized bed sat in the center with a chaise-lounge, dresser, flat screen TV, and another private balcony. I couldn’t resist opening the sliding balcony door and admiring the lakefront view. It was breathtaking, and the weariness of the day fell from my shoulders.
With a sigh, I turned back into the bedroom and found a walk-in closet on the other side of the room before coming to the bathroom door. The luxurious bathroom was done in gray marble with a tub, shower, separate toilet, and double sink.
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