Match Made in Heaven

Chapter Seven

“Sir? Ayos na po ang kuwarto ninyo, pwede na po kayong pumasok,” mahinahong sabi ng staff.

Nagulantang ako, hindi sinasadyang natulak ko si Caiden, dahilan upang mawalan siya ng balanse at napaupo sa buhangin. Lalo lamang akong namula. Hindi ko kasi napansing narito na pala ang staff na kausap niya kanina. Dali-dali akong sumunod sa kaniya papasok ng building, patungo sa room namin.

The room was spacious, its ambiance so vividly reminiscent of a beach vacation that I could almost hear the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. The decor was unabashedly bohemian, each element conspiring to transport you to a paradise lost in time. Gauzy curtains danced in the soft breeze, and the scent of salt and sand lingered in the air.

While looking at the place, one detail snagged my attention—bakit isa lang ang kama? Eh, dalawa kami? I mean it was not just any bed, it is a king-sized bed, pero bakit hindi double bed ang b-in-ook niya? 'Wag mong sabihing matutulog kami sa iisang kama?

Nalilito ako habang pinagmamasdan ito, "Matutulog ba kami sa iisang kama?" I whispered to myself, making my cheeks blush, thinking what could happen later on.

"Enjoy your stay po." Paalam ng staff bago lumabas. Kinausap pa kasi siya ni Caiden, ewan ko lang kung anong pinag-usapan nila, baka nag-order siguro ng makakain namin.

"Do you like the place?" tanong niya.

Napangiti ako habang pinagmamasdan ang dagat. The room that he booked for us has a balcony where I can see the beautiful scenery up here. It was my first outing for a very long time. Tumingin ako sa gawi niya at sasagot na sana nang makita kong hinuhubad niya ang polo niya.

My throat constricted, swallowing became an afterthought as my eyes traced the contours of his shirtless form. His biceps were not merely defined; they were sculpted reliefs, each muscle a testament to strength, as solid and unyielding as granite. The sight of his six-pack abs, each segment a bulwark standing proud, led my gaze to the pronounced V-line that served as an arrow, pointing to a yet unseen promise. Every line, every curve on his torso was a silent siren call, and I stood there, transfixed, lost in a sea of awe and newfound desire.

"O-oo, masarap naman—I mean maganda, maganda pala, sorry," sabi ko habang tumatalikod at kinagat ang labi ko.

Anong masarap, Armani? Tangina mo, i-contain mo muna ang kabadingan mo.

I heard him giggle a little sa likuran ko as I heard the sound of his belt being remove from his pants. Shit, ano bang ginagawa kong kasalanan, bakit ako sinusubukan ng panahon? Dahil ba ito ro'n sa call na d-in-isconnect ko kasi sigaw nang sigaw ang customer? Sorry naman, tatawagan ko 'yon pagbalik sa trabaho, promise.

May bathroom naman? Bakit hindi siya roon magbihis at kailangan pa talaga sa harap ko? Sine-seduce niya ba ako? Is he showing motive? Naku, 'wag mo 'kong subukan, ha. 'Yong pagiging delulu ko lumalabas na naman.

"You can come inside now. I'll just take a shower."

Nang marinig ko ang patak ng tubig na nagmumula sa shower at ang tunog ng pagsara ng pintuan, pumasok ako sa loob at nagbitaw ng malalim na hininga. Ewan ko ba kung blessing ba 'yon o pagsubok dahil nai-stress ako. Ang init-init pa naman sa may balcony kaya napainom ako ng tubig sa mini refrigerator ng room at napahiga sa kama, hindi namalayang nakaidlip pala ako ulit.

"Armani, wake up," a gentle voice coaxed. "Let's have a bite before you drift off to sleep."

Kinakamot ko pa ang mga mata ko, the grogginess of sleep still weighing on my eyelids. Dahan-dahan akong umupo mula sa pagkakahiga at tiningnan siya.

He had swapped his attire. Now, he donned a sando, its fabric hugging his form, layered with a short-sleeve polo that boasted a lace design, both stylish and see-through. His khaki shorts complemented the casual elegance, a stark contrast to the formal black leather shoes he wore earlier. Now, his feet were comfortably ensconced in brown leather slides, a subtle testament to his relaxed demeanor.