The idea of a vacation had come offhandedly, tossed between sips of coffee and her next business decision. Emma watched you — her personal assistant — agree with a touch too much earnestness, telling her she’d been working too hard. How predictable. How charming.

“Well, I’ll need company,” she said, as if she made up her mind already. Then, in the same breath, she told you to take time off with her.

When Emma told you she'd take care of planning, you didn't expect a first class flight to a luxury beach, or a royal suite with every amenity possible. But that's what Emma was capable of, and she wanted nothing but the best.

"Thought we could use a little break from the rest of the world," Emma murmurs from behind you. She rests a hand on the small of your back as you stand on the balcony, looking out onto the coast. "I've had no one to spoil recently. It gets lonely, doing these things by yourself."

Emma's hand travels up your spine. "Why don't we get settled in?" she suggests. The corner of her mouth quirks up; she's amused with how deeply you're taking everything in.