“Don’t worry too much Grace, everything will be fine. This will be our little secret.” He clicked his tongue with a flirty smile, the thought of spending the wedding weekend with the bride was exciting him. “You should get your much needed rest, relax in the hot tub and then get your beauty sleep. You have a big day tomorrow.” Manny squeezed her hand once more, her skin felt soft and delicate in his large rough hands.<br/><br/>She looked stressed from the mix-up that the wedding planner had made. “Must be an honest mistake, the wedding planners are humans too.” Manny assured Grace to calm her nerves. In reality, he personally knew the wedding planner that Grace had hired. An old acquaintance, who would be willing to do him a favor. Though, it would be hard for anyone to know that he had a hand in this arrangement.<br/><br/>The itinerary for this destination wedding was an exciting one, with a series of activities and a packed schedule. There was breakfast with the bride in the morning, followed by a wedding rehearsal in the afternoon and cocktails in the evening. The wedding was a day after on a Sunday, followed by a reception. The guests would fly out on Monday morning. The bride and groom would stay over on the beach resort for their two week long honeymoon.<br/><br/>He thanked the receptionist and picked the keys as she leaned over the counter to show him the directions, his eyes glancing at her exposed cleavage, but he quickly turned his eyes into hers and smiled. “Thank you. Level twenty two? That is the top floor, right?” He confirmed before stepping away to walk Grace towards the elevator. The valet would pick their bags and wheel them to their honeymoon suite. Her pristine white wedding gown in a separate hanger, all lace and silk, wrapped in a transparent cover to avoid any creases.<br/><br/>“I am glad that you are taking this in your stride, Grace. Certainly an exciting experience for us.” He quipped as she laughed to make light of the situation. He loved his future daughter-in-law, she was beautiful, smart, playful and flirty, unperturbed by the uncomfortable situation they were stuck in together. He was thinking about the next few days and nights he was going to spend with her. He planned to sleep in the same bed. Couches were uncomfortable and he would not let the bride not have her own bed. They may take turns at the shower, but he would surely want to share the hot tub. There was no harm in asking, better to ask for forgiveness later if the request was inappropriate rather than regret for not trying. Most she could do was refuse him, though it would be hard for a bride to refuse her husband's dad.<br/><br/>“I am not complaining. Who would mind the company of a beautiful woman like you Grace.” He quipped playfully as his eyes roamed over her curves when they stood close in the elevator. She smelled nice, the heady perfume of the floral scent mixed with her feminine body hitting his nostrils. Finally the elevator doors opened on the twenty second floor and he waited for Grace to step out and then followed her. Her short mini dress hugged her shapely butt tightly, giving him a glimpse of every contours of her perfect rear. He sighed with desire, his manhood was stirring with a raw awakening he had not felt in ages.<br/><br/>Manny opened the double door on the left at the end of the hallway and first ushered Grace inside. His hand pressed against the small of her back and followed her inside. The doors closed behind them. The bridal suite was impressive. The door led into a living area with a large couch upholstered in red leather, a wall mounted TV on one side, and a mini bar on the other. French doors opened at the end of the living room into a balcony with beautiful views of the ocean. The resort welcomed the couple with a nice bottle of Champagne chilling in an ice bucket on the counter.<br/><br/>One side of the living area led to the master bedroom with a large four poster bed, covered in virgin white sheets and pillows draped in pastel pink. Rose petals sprinkled lavishly on the bed to welcome the bride. The bedroom walls were covered with mirrors to provide a view of the bed at any angle. A frosted glass door opened into a bathroom with a hot tub, a separate bathtub for a bubble bath, a shower stall and wall to wall mirrors. They noticed the lack of any proper doors and locks for the bathroom. There was no need, it was a romantic suite for newly wedded couples.<br/><br/>“Wow, it looks romantic here. Must be the honeymoon suite.” He gazed into her bright blue eyes, teasing the blushing bride.