"That would be really nice," Angus said, looking at the yacht.
"Let's go check into the resort first," Edward said, "And then, I'm afraid you two are on your own for the next three days."
"Oh darn," Angus said sarcastically.
"Do keep your clothes on until you get to your bungalow, would you?" Edward teased.
"Us? Speak for yourself," Angus said, knowing Edward had the same thing on his mind. Edward laughed and led the way up the path from the beach to a tall iron fence with a latched gate. Edward opened the gate and led them in and up a short, flowered walk to a large, traditional French house. Edward did not bother knocking, he just opened the door and walked in. Angus and Simone followed, and Angus found himself in the lobby of a small, boutique hotel.
Edward spoke in Italian to the man behind the desk, and he registered for the four of them. Then the clerk called two young men to the desk and introduced them in Italian.
"The one with the brown hair is Pascal. That's the concierge that has been assigned to Edward and Simone. The other one, with the darker hair, is Francois. He's been assigned to us. Edward has said he doesn't anticipate any of us will want concierge after about 9 or 10 pm, so that means you and I should only be dealing with Francois," Angus told Ruby.
The concierges picked up the bags and escorted them to two different bungalows. Edward and Simone's bungalow was just behind the hotel. Francois took Angus and Ruby around the large pool to a bungalow straight across from Edward and Simone, but separated by the length of the pool.
The bungalow had a small kitchen, a comfortable sized living room, a bathroom with a beautiful, large old tub that, Angus figured, could probably hold two. There was a romantic bedroom with french doors that opened up to a very private courtyard that was cut off from the rest of the world by a stone wall and cascades of flowers of every color and type. In the courtyard was a hot tub, a teak wood daybed double chaise lounge, that was draped with curtains and had candle lanterns. By the double chaise there was a champagne bucket with a bottle of champagne on ice. Not far off there was a table and chairs for two under a beautiful pergola and a few other amenities.
It was clear to Angus that if they locked the front door of the bungalow, no one was going to see them or hear them unless they chose to let someone in that front door. They had abundant privacy.
The concierge offered to open the champagne, and Angus accepted. The concierge transfigured a pocket knife to a sword and opened the champagne using a saber to do it. It looked very elegant, and he poured the champagne into two delicate crystal flutes. Angus wanted to tip the concierge, and Francois refused, saying Edward had taken care of everything. All they had to do was enjoy and let them know when they wanted supper to be brought. Then he excused himself to unpack their things, and in short order, he left them alone.
"He usually takes men camping in a tent out in the middle of nowhere," Angus told her. "He certainly knows how to do things in first class, though, doesn't he?"