“I want the weekend we arranged all those years ago. We can leave this morning and spend the weekend there, maybe catch the red eye home for work on Monday.”
“What do you mean?” I pause for a moment. “I mean… I can’t.”
“Why not?”
I stare at him blankly. Why couldn’t I go? My mind begins to race. I mean… Owen is away. This would be the perfect opportunity if ever there was going to be one. Holy crap, I haven’t been spontaneous for so long, I think I’ve forgotten how to be.
“I can book us some tickets now.” He smiles hopefully.
Oh shit, I have no money. “I’m sorry, I can’t,” I murmur through my disappointment. Fuck, I hate having no money.
“My treat.”
I frown. “Cam, I’m not letting you pay for me. It’s not fair.”
He sits up abruptly. “Why isn’t it fair? I have the money. You know I have the money.”
I stand and blow out a breath. “Cam. No.”
He stands abruptly, too, and pulls his boxer shorts on. “If it wasn’t for the money, would you want to go?” He wraps his arms around me, his lips taking mine in his.
I smile up at him. “I would, but why can’t we just hang here for the weekend?”
He shakes his head as if it’s a no brainer. “I can’t take you out here? How am I supposed to sweep you off your feet when we can’t leave the fucking house?”
“We don’t need to go out. You live in a castle.”
“Can we go?” He smiles playfully as he starts to walk me backward while biting my neck.
I laugh up at the ceiling while he attacks my senses. “I said no.”
“I said yes.” He bites me hard and I laugh as I try to push him away.
“No.”
“Yes.” He growls into my neck as he picks me up and throws me back onto the bed and crawls over me.
“Stop it. My vagina is a very tired girl.” I giggle.
His eyes dance with mischief. “It’s lucky I know mouth to mouth resuscitation. I reckon I could bring her back to life so she’s ready to party.”
I laugh out loud. Oh Lord, this man kills me. “I have no doubt about it.”
“I’m booking a flight.” He bends and takes my nipple into his mouth and bites me.
“No.” I laugh.
“Say yes or I am biting this nipple off.”
“Yes or I am biting this nipple off,” I repeat.
He bites me hard and I giggle. “Smart Alec,” he snaps. He bends and bites me again and I squeal. “Cameron. Stop it!” I yell.
“Come to New York with me…”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Alright.” I laugh.
“Alright?” he asks, half surprised as he pulls back to look at my face.
I narrow my eyes as I stare up at him leaning over my body. “Just tell me why do you want to go to New York so much?”
He pauses. “I want to go back to the weekend we were supposed to be meeting-”
“Before you lost your phone,” I interrupt.
He looks at me, deadpan. “How many times are you going to bring that up?”
I shrug. “As many as it takes to annoy you.”
“You already reached that quota ten times ago.” He frowns.
“Really? Oh, I had no idea.” I act shocked.
He rolls his eyes. “I want to go back to the people we were when we met in Vegas.”
My heart drops. I don’t even know where to find the girl he met in Vegas.
She is long gone, replaced with responsibilities and debt.
He wraps me in his arms and kisses my forehead. “Let’s go away and forget everything but each other.”
I smile into his shoulder. I could nearly tear up at the thought-a weekend of just us, not worrying about the future would be so nice.
What should I do?
I frown into his shoulder and he kisses my temple softly. “Lets go,” he whispers.
I smile and, unable to stop myself, I whisper the word, “Okay.” I lean up and kiss his soft lips. “Deal. Mr. Stanton. Nothing but us.”
“You’re going to have to take my car and drop me at yours,” Cameron replies casually as we walk out the front door, towards the garage.
“What?” I frown. This morning he has fussed over me, booked our flights and accommodation, and made me breakfast. I feel like Lady Diana with all this attention.
“Well, you can’t be seen going back to get your car on the security cameras. They’ll know you didn’t stay in the apartments last night,” he replies.
I stare at him blankly. Shit, I didn’t think of that.
“Do you want to get paid for last night or not?” he asks sarcastically as he gets into the passenger seat of his Aston Martin.
I stand still as stare at the car door he has just sunk into. “I suppose so.” I hate this. I’m calling Eliza and telling her I’m not accepting payment.
Shit, my car is a mess. I don’t want him to see it. I troll my brain to try and remember the state of it. I know I haven’t washed it since I moved here. I’m pretty sure it’s filled with empty coffee cups.
Fuck’s sake, why am I such a slob? Damn it!
I climb into the driver’s seat and he passes me the keys. I glance around. “Why don’t you just drive and we will swap when we get there,” I murmur, distracted.
“I want to be sure you can drive it.” He points to the ignition and I frown. I start the engine. It purrs like a kitten.
“Why do you have such a stupidly expensive car anyway?” I ask as the seat automatically moves forward and all the mirrors move into position. “Oh wow,” I whisper, impressed.
He smirks, places his hand on my thigh and grips firmly. “Because I can.”
“Hmm.” I turn and glance over my shoulder as I slowly reverse the car out and turn slowly.
“Just go this way.” He points to another driveway disappearing down the side of the house.
“Where does that go?” I frown.
“Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory, where do you think?”
I fake a smile. “You’re so witty, you should be locked up.” I drive the car down the driveway slowly.
“Yeah, I know. It’s dangerous letting me loose in society,” he replies, amused. “Other guys don’t stand a chance.”
I giggle, not because of what he said, but because it’s completely true.
Where the hell do you go after Cameron Stanton? Dick of a god, wit of a champion, house of a mogul. I’m totally screwed in the worst way.
We reach the end of the long driveway and the automatic gates open. “Turn left.” He points to the left and without thinking I turn right.
“I said left.” He frowns.
“And I said I’m driving the car, so you better shut up.”
“Excuse me, this is the long way.”
I smirk as I turn down the street. The truth is that I have no idea where I’m going, but it’s just so much fun disobeying him. He has control freak tendencies that I like to push.
We eventually come into view of Club Exotic and I drive up the road slowly.
“Just pull up here. Which is your car?”
“The white one in the back row.”
A frown crosses his face before he remembers to hide it.
I smile anyway. “She’s no Aston Martin.”
He smirks, but wisely holds his tongue. “Be back at my house in an hour?”
Um, that won’t work. I need to race to the shops to get myself a sexy date dress for tonight. I have no idea what the hell I’m going to wear all weekend. I’m going to do a smash and grab at the shops. “I’ll be a few hours,” I reply.
He frowns. “No, just get your stuff and come straight back. Pack your clothes for Monday work because we won’t get home until late on Sunday night.”
“I will be going back to my house on Sunday night,” I tell him as I pull the car to the side of the road and glance over at him. “I’ll probably be well and truly sick of you by then.”
“You have an hour,” he answers, unimpressed.
“Stop bossing me around.”
“Stop behaving like an errant teenager,” he fires back.
I lean in for a kiss. “You have to pump the clutch a few times to get the gas to come through.” I smile against his lips.
He pulls back and looks at me flatly
“And don’t go around the corners too quick because the driver’s door is faulty and it flies open sometimes,” I add.
His face drops in horror. “You’re joking?”
I smile as I kiss him again. “Yes, I am.”
He shakes his head. “Seriously, though, is this car going to kill me?”
I giggle. “I hope not. I’m not written in the will yet.”
He chuckles and shakes his head as he climbs out of the car. He leans down through the window. “Don’t be late, our flight leaves in five hours.”
“Okay, boss.” I smile and, unable to help it, I step on the gas and do a burn out up the street. I glance at the rear view mirror to see the horror on his face, and I laugh to myself. Oh man… he’s so fun to antagonize.
I pull the car into the shopping parking lot and dial Mom’s number. I’ve been waiting to make this call.
Owen answers on the first ring. “Hi, Momma.”
A broad smile crosses my face. “Hey, baby.” I laugh. “How’s my little man this morning?”