I have no idea what he has up his sleeve, but I know I would follow him anywhere. I take his hand and let him lead me out to his car.
A quick scan of the parking lot shows that my car is not where I parked it this morning, meaning Rome probably snuck it out. What the hell is going on?
We settle into the car and he makes no move to tell me anything. I cross my arms and squint my eyes at him. “Are you gonna tell me where we’re going?”
He drives out of the Labor of Love parking lot; the smile still planted firmly on his face. “If I was gonna tell you, I would’ve done so inside.”
Ass. “Soooo, this is a surprise?”
“Seems that way.”
“Hmm, so no blindfold or something like that?”
He laughs. “Nah, it doesn’t really matter. You’re not getting out.”
“Wow, spoken like a true kidnapper. You know you would have to pay my ransom, right? So what are we really doing here?”
“Shit,” he drags out the word, “you better call somebody then. I expect my payment up front.”
“I got payment for your ass.”
His hand rests on my thigh as we make our way to wherever he’s taking me.
We spend the drive catching up on his latest work project until a familiar road comes into view.
“Are we going to the airport?” He ignores my question. Instead, he guides his car into the airport parking lot, navigating to the long-term parking lots. “Rome?”
He gets out of the car and rounds the hood to open my door. “You wanna ask questions or you wanna see what’s up?”
The smug smile on his face makes me want to both fuck and punch him.
“You know, you have a thing about sneaking me onto large modes of transportation.”
“No. I have a thing about making you happy. The two just happen to correlate.”
When we get through security, he leads me to a gate that says the flight is headed to Cancun. I turn to this man that has turned my world upside down, his thighs filling his seat in the obscene way they do, and smile when he pats his lap.
I go over to him and drop onto his lap, not caring that several people at the gate are looking at us like we’re anomalies because we’re at an airport with zero luggage.
Wait.
We’re at an airport with zero luggage.
“Now, Rome…” I say.
“Yes, J?”
“Why are we going to Cancun?”
“We’re going to Cancun to get to Tulum.”
“Mhm. And why would that be?” And why don’t we have luggage? He took me to Monaco to celebrate Labor of Love’s opening and our engagement, so it can’t be for that.
His eyes drill into me as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer. “We’re going to spend a lifetime experiencing new things and places together, but I thought it would be nice to get a redo on the place that started it all for us. We spent too much of that trip hidden in the shadows. I want to experience Tulum out loud with you.”
Damn, if I don’t want to suck the skin off his dick in the middle of this airport.
Taking a moment to gather myself, I plant a grateful kiss on his lips. “Thank you.”
