Fugitive Millionaire Revenge (Fabian Cooper Book Two) (2 page)

As soon as Fabian opens the door to cabana twenty-two Claire forgets all about camping out at the lobby. She cannot believe how lucky she is right now. The best way she can describe the decor inside of their cabana is old world Spanish meets modern chic. Their luxury suite it is more like a spacious apartment. It’s much larger than she imagined. They have a tastefully furnished living room with a fully stocked private bar, a bedroom with a king sized bed, bathroom with walk-in spa shower, Jacuzzi, and a private balcony adjacent to the living room that has a cushy bench seat where they can relax and enjoy the ocean view.

“Oh wow,” Claire manages to say. “This is heaven on earth.”

Fabian seems impressed as well. “It sure is, sweetheart. I can’t believe I never bothered to come here after this place opened.”

“I’m glad we’re experiencing Sun Paradise together. It makes it that much more special,” Claire says while checking out the living room.

“You’re right. It does,” Fabian says as he stands on the balcony and takes a whiff of ocean breeze.

Claire joins him. “Let’s just relax for a few days and enjoy this place.”

Fabian rubs her back with his hand. “Baby, I’d love to do that. But, we’re here to get my life back in order, remember?”

“I know, but Cabo is just so beautiful,” Claire gushes. “It makes me want to just kick back and forget about all our problems. At least for a little bit.”

Fabian goes back into the living room and picks out an orange from the bowl of fresh fruit sitting on the wooden coffee table. The smell of orange essence hits Claire’s nose as he peels the skin away from the juicy fruit. “It’s actually better for us that I’ve never been here before. I’m completely unrecognizable to the staff. To them I’m Joe Miller from Podunk, USA.”

Claire is barely listening to him. She’s suddenly got an attack of beach fever. “What do you say we go out to the beach right now for a stroll. I’m dying to see the ocean up close,” Claire says as she playfully pokes Fabian in the stomach.

“I can’t.”

“Why not? The weather is perfect.”

“Cause, I’ve gotta stay inside to avoid anyone recognizing me. There’s lots of American’s here. Some of the tourists might have seen my mug on the news. It’s too risky, Claire.”

“Shoot, that’s not fair,” Claire says in a way that makes her come off like a disgruntled child. “We come all the way to this beautiful place and we’re not even going to be able to walk on the beach? That sucks.”

Fabian puts a consoling arm around Claire. “Look, honey. Here’s what we’ll do. We’ll wait until it’s dark out, and then you and me will have a romantic date on the beach tonight. How’s that?”

Claire brightens up. “Yes! That’s a compromise I can live with.”

“Cool.” Fabian grabs his money pouch from his messenger bag and hands Claire a small stack of hundred dollar bills. “Take this money, go to the resort shop and buy us some swimwear, towels and whatever else you think we need for tonight.”

Claire takes the wad of cash. “This seems like an awful lot of money.”

“Believe me, you’ll need it. Things are super expensive here. They don’t call it a tourist trap for nothing.”

Claire puts the money in her purse. She keeps forgetting that Fabian is used to spending money like it’s going out of style. He can always tap into his trust fund for more. She can tell that she better get used to spending a bunch of money when the situation calls for it. This is certainly one of those times. However, she’s never going to give up her bargain shopping at her favorite stores in New York. She enjoys it and is confident she can look and feel great without throwing money around.

“Claire, I hope you’re ready to be the eyes and ears of this operation.”

“What do you mean?”

Fabian sucks the juice from an orange slice. “Since I can’t go out. You’ll need to scope out the resort and find Sloane.”

“Wait a minute. I thought we’re a team?”

“We are. You have to be the active partner right now. All you have to do is walk around the resort and act like any other tourist on vacation.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

“Go out during the day and hang out at the beach, bar, pool and the restaurants. If you see Sloane, keep a low profile and watch her from afar. Make a mental note of where she goes. Once we know for sure that she’s staying here, we’ll come up with a plan about how to deal with her.”

Claire is warming up to the idea of playing the spy. “This is going to be fun. Hey, if those Bond girls can do it in the movies, so can I.”

“That’s right,” Fabian says supportively. “And, you’re also qualified to do this because you’re totally hot.” Fabian winks.

*****

 
Claire is trying to decide which bikini is the most alluring. She wants to look smoking hot tonight and has narrowed her choices down to the bikini with the black bandeau top and colorful flowered bottom, and the sea blue and yellow halter top with solid blue bottom bikini. These are the kind of decisions a woman struggles with when she wants to drive her man crazy. Her number one goal is to make Fabian go absolutely gaga on their date tonight.

She has already picked out a sexy pair of swim briefs for Fabian. Since he’s not with her to help choose, she decided to play it safe and go with blue briefs with black around the top. She can already envision him wearing them, and that’s an image that makes her very happy, indeed.

Claire’s only major concern about buying a bikini is that she doesn’t want to come off looking like a stuffed sausage. Style is important, but so is choosing the right size. There were several bikinis that required a size two body, and those days have long since passed her by. She’s relieved to have found something she likes in her size—a suit made for a woman’s shapely body.

Claire tries on both suits, and after a thoroughly critical examination in front of the dressing room mirror, she has decided on the black bandeau with flowered bottom combo. It’s sensual and fun at the same time. The $125 price tag is a bit steep, but hey, a girl’s gotta do what’s in her best interest. Claire pays for the swimsuit and goes to look for a really large beach towel.

*****

Fabian holds Claire’s hand tightly as they slowly make their way past the small rest huts dotting the beach near the resort. The miniature grass huts with the hammocks inside are cute, but not big enough to sprawl out on and do what he has in mind with his lady. Besides, he wants to go far enough away from the resort to avoid being bothered by other tourists. He’s sure if they keep walking for a half-mile or so, they’ll find just the right spot to park the beach towel that is currently wrapped around his muscular shoulders.

The sun is just beginning to set. Fabian decided they should head out early so they could find a special hideaway spot on the beach. He has to admit, his decision for absolute privacy was made after seeing Claire come out of the bedroom wearing her new bikini. His libido did a silent happy dance as he oogled at her lovely curves. Claire gives off this refreshingly girlish sensuality that is both endearing and totally hot. He loves how she looks in that bikini, but he can’t wait to rip it off of her in a little while.

Neither he nor Claire has said more than a few words since they started walking along the beach. Why ruin a perfectly wonderful stroll along one of the most beautiful views in the world with small chitchat? This silence allows them both to just enjoy being together in this special way. He feels amazingly content at the moment. The chaos swirling around in his life seems so unimportant at the moment. Claire is the only person in his world right now that matters. She is his be all and end all.

She’s the reason he gets up in the morning and has the courage to fight to get his life back. The old Fabian would have been drowning his troubles in copious amounts of alcohol. But, so far he’s been able to keep from drinking himself into a drunken stupor each day because of her. Claire renews his spirit and fills him with a warm and giddy feeling like no other woman has ever done before.

Fabian knows that he’s been caught. There’s no doubt about that. Claire has done something that no other woman before her has been able to do—turn him into a man that is ready to commit to a lasting relationship. He always thought that he’d put up much more resistance to the idea of settling down and getting married. But, much to his surprise he actually enjoys being Claire’s love struck guy. He has no desire to play games with Claire over his feelings for her. That’s how strongly his love for her has grown over these past couple of weeks.

If his close buddies could see him now they’d probably laugh. Most of his male friends have settled down and gotten married. A few, like Nathan, are so dedicated to work that they put love on the backburner. Him? Well, he’s always enjoyed playing the field. Not because he’s a lothario. It’s more like he was simply leaving himself available to meet the next cool lady that would inevitably show up in his life. He has had lots of great experiences with his temporary girlfriends and truly doesn’t regret that part of his life.

Yet, he knew he was getting older and needed to at least consider the possibility of some day tying the knot. His on-the-go lifestyle allowed him to keep putting off making a commitment to any particular woman. His excuse was that he was simply too busy doing this or that to get attached for too long. The truth of the matter is that he simply hadn’t met the one woman that could capture his heart and hold it long enough to get him to change. That is, until Claire came into his life. When he first met her he had a gut reaction that caught his attention.

Now he knows that his initial reaction was simply his heart falling head over heels in love.

He’s met the woman that he’s going to marry someday and it feels amazing.

“What about here, babe?”

Claire has stopped walking. They are in a secluded part of the beach. Directly in front of them stand several giant rock formations, stoic reminders of powerfully majestic natural wonders.

Fabian gazes at the rocks. “Yeah. This is the perfect spot.” He pulls the towel from around his shoulders and spreads it out on the sand.

They both sit on the towel. Claire leans her body into him and he wraps his arms around her as they gaze out at the sunset.

“This is awesome,” she says softly.

“Totally.”

No words escape their lips for quite a while as the couple enjoys the sound of the waves crashing ashore. The evening sky is bursting with an amazing array of pastel colors in orange, yellow, violet and blue. Eventually, the sun sinks into the depths of the ocean and the sky turns dark blue. That color gives way to an even darker blue, which turns into deeper black as stars emerge from their daytime hiding place.

Fabian squeezes Claire tightly and gently brushes his lips against her ear. He whispers. “You make me feel so alive.”

Claire turns her head until she is eye-to-eye with Fabian. “How much do you love me, Fabian?”

“So much that I never want to leave you. I want us to grow old together.”

“You do?”

“Yes. I want you to come and live with me.”

“Move in together?”

“Yeah. How do you feel about that?”

“I like the idea. You should know that I’ve never lived with a boyfriend before.”

“I’ve never lived with a girlfriend before, so we’re even.”

“Wow. Okay. Where would we live?”

“Wherever you want.”

“What about Cabo? We can live here as ex-pats.”

“Um, that’s a nice idea, but I’d miss the States too much…and so would you.”

“I dunno. I could get used to living here, Fabian. It’s so serene and beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful.”

Fabian showers tender kisses all over Claire’s neck. “You’re so very beautiful…and sexy.”

Claire’s hand finds its way to Fabian’s bulge. It’s easy to find in those body hugging swim briefs. “Are you as horny as I am right now?”

“Hornier.”

Fabian feels Claire squeezing his well-endowed pleasure stick and it sets him off. He allows both of his hands to slip down her shoulders and into her bikini top. He squeezes her breasts firmly as he continues kissing her around her neck and shoulders.

Claire makes things easier for him by unhooking her top and tossing it aside.

Fabian guides her down into a comfortable position on the towel and gets on top of her. He wants to make wild, passionate love to her right now, but decides to hold back. He wants to make sure she thoroughly enjoys her time with him underneath the stars of Los Cabos.

Fabian scoots his lower body closer to Claire’s face so she can get a close up view of his bulge. “I’ve got something special for you,” he teases.

“Honey, you’re so thoughtful,” Claire says with a twinkle in her eye. “You brought me this nice present, all gift wrapped and everything.” Claire grabs both ends of Fabian’s skimpy swim briefs and yanks them down until his happy stick pops out and presents itself to her waiting lips. Claire grabs this delicious treat and glides its smooth round tip back and forth against her lips.

“Mmmm.”

Claire licks his erection as if it were a lollipop.

Fabian feels his erection growing harder. He knows he’s in for a real treat.

“Mmm. Mama wants more of this,” Claire says sultrily. She tantalizingly strokes him while showering wet kisses on his manhood.

Fabian feels himself swelling with excitement. “Claire, baby. That’s so hot. Keep doing it just like that. Yeah…”

Claire wraps her sweet lips around his throbbing thickness. This encourages Fabian to give as good as he gets. He wants to express his love for her by doing the one thing he’s wanted to do to her since they arrived in Cabo. He’s going to do his magic fingers move on her. This is his secret trick that drives a woman absolutely bonkers. He had discovered it by accident, but once he mastered the technique, women beg for him to do it to them. This move has become his secret weapon in bed. He had been afraid that his experience at the ranch had stolen his desire to do it. But Claire has just restored his will to use his magic fingers to bring her to a place of ecstasy that few women get to experience.